carouselA Poem by YahalloA big playground in my head but there's no playing.
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my thoughts like to race each other which one will go the furthest which one will go the fastest they're too old for these games … in my head everything is gray a sad carousel spinning round and round with no one around … what do they win and what do they gain from running around in my head? i always have to remind myself "they are just t h o u g h t s and not your f r i e n d s" … © 2018 Yahallo |
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