TW: Dissociation
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The concept of feeling is so foreign to me.
Yet, what I feel is that everything I do, someone has done before me.
I laugh how I heard from that one person, that one time.
I smile because they do that on the television.
I cry because people feel sad.
Do I feel anything?
Rephrase: Do I feel anything real?
There's so many of me I feel like I've lost all individuality I was ever given.
I'm someone for everyone else.
Who am I to me?
I feel the wind, the rain, snow in the winter.
I feel the warmth of the sun when it shines on me in the morning.
I feel the oxygen I breathe to live but,
am i really living?
Do I feel alive?
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things that should've stayed in the drafts
PoetryMostly rants on day to day life from the perspective of a mentally ill teenager. TW: so so many Self harm, suicidal thoughts, alcohol, drugs, dark humour thrown around
