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Do you ever feel like being
a part of something ?
Do you ever wish
to be a part of something
that wouldn’t and couldn’t
function
without you ?
How long ?
How long do I have to wait to find it ?
The days pass by lazily and
I’m here just breathing ,
I feel so dysfunctional ,
I feel dismantled ,
I feel disoriented ;
but ,
then again ,
I’ve been feeling this way for
quite a long time now . .
and so it feels like it’s been
like this forever ;
will I ever really get out of this ?
I feel so highly disconnected ,
is there even a way out ?
Can this really come to an end
one day ?
Will this really come to an end
one day ?
Something’s missing
Something really is missing .
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[If this girl's words have
touched your soul ,
matter not how faint
the sensation felt ,
would you mind dears ?
if she wished for you to tap on that minuscule star beneath
and send kudos to her ,
please ?] :)
YOU ARE READING
into her phenakistoscope
Poetry«« when her life was at a halt , an illusion of motion was created and in her dreamlike state , her reality and her imagination met and gave her a blurred vision , her phantasmagoria took birth where her soul saw dreams of a...
