I dream that about months ago?
And last night I did too, as a new version though.
The difference was that
The boy in it talked to us,
My dress was different at
While I was standing next to 'us',
And I was so problematic,talking sh*t.
I weirdly thought that the same human
Was in my account, when I checked today.
Virtually,I had the same anxiety when an
Apical box dropped...on it's way
Everything stopped.
YOU ARE READING
Finding myself.
PoetryBeing you and being me is nothing close to easy. Finding who we are is one of the most mind's-time-taking, especially at the era of puberty. This explains the feeling you get to feel very often at this era of your life.
