"why do I have such a hard time
creating characters?" i am asking whoever may be listening.
What can I do to save myself from this
uneasy and seemingly
impossible distraction. how am I
to surpass the speeding night and
pass under the overpass
but not to linger for too long.
My mother is waiting for me behind
unhappy doors.
And, I.
when I begin to have to share the daylight
we are both left stranded
empty handed.
even if the effing Sun never rises
I need to fix everything.
And THAT is sickening.
Comments
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the way you think is awesome
the different way's we can know ourselves, is also awesome
the way you write, is cooooool ;DD
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sounds like destress im sry for that
good luck and good writing
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