You know the feeling of not feeling special? Not necessary to a certain someone or in a place but a feeling that you just exist? It's like lose thread hanging out of a sweater destined to be pulled out, separated from the rest. It's like you were never born to fit into this world and what it has to offer or how my restless shade of dull brown eyes can never be as special as her sky blue eyes which I mistook for a cornflower field . People say that we shouldn't try to fit in yet they all do. You wouldn't understand , none of you would.
- sick and tired
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Belgium Nights
PoetryPoetical writings of a girl & her past memories. #7 in poetry 💕
