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ten days until another year i've been alive
and things should be clearing up, but
nothing has changed -
i'm still somewhere between girl and woman,
somewhere between sane and insane, depressed and just going through the motions; still skating on my sanity, barely.
somewhere between peace of mind and chaos with the bad in myself
somewhere between social recluse and an introvert.
funny thing is that all these 'somewheres'
lead me to Nowhere.
YOU ARE READING
past oblivion.
Poetry"what can i really say?" used to be my words, when i didn't know as much. when i got older, i responded to myself. "everything." now, i realize that i can use my breath to speak on everything in existence, from dust on jupiter to the depths of hell...
