November 2, 2017
Sometimes when things break,
They don't fix right.
Something is a little off.
Not quite perfect anymore.
There may be minor differences,
Or it may become something completely different.
Sometimes, we can't figure out
How they go back together.
So, we improvise.
That's what I am doing.
Improvising.
It doesn't seem to be working out
Very well.
I thought I was fucked before,
Oh, my.
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Snippets From My Mind
PoetryA collection of short poems and intriguing concepts that have crossed my mind. This will be a good read for you if ever felt, lost, broken, unwanted or even misunderstood. I only intend to reach a specific group of people who may share with me, th...
