LifeA Poem by RyanA personal stuffed poem.
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Winter, when it's cloudy and cold An open meadow Thunder at night They way I feel at night Everything and anything Admitting I'm okay Like a broken stapler Pounding anger Shroud, mold, sketch, obliterate, articulate To feel alive again Depression, anxiety, shame, contempt Staring out the window of a car True love Crushed, ripped, writhed On a tall building, feeling like you can do anything Being ignored Hearing Genuine happiness Loud music that fills your soul Butterflies in my stomach Being alone Freshly baked bread Memes © 2018 Ryan |
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