Playing PretendA Poem by Natasha Montgomery
Maybe I'm deluding myself.
Maybe I'm just pretending to have feelings and none of this is actually real. Like feelings are some sort of sick, twisted, coping mechanism for non-existence. I miss the days when I would pretend to be a unicorn with wings, running around in the woods. Living a fantasy life.
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Added on November 8, 2017 Last Updated on November 8, 2017 Author
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