When you're standing
underneath the shower.
Just looking at your feet.
Just looking at
the water crashing down.
Yet,
not looking at
anything
in particular.
And you catch yourself
smiling like an idiot...
Do you know that feeling?
It's amazing.
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Loe
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Poetry For The Poisoned
PoetryRandom poetry, written at random moments on random days making an odd collection of poems from an adolescent-to-grown-up struggling with depression and the meaning of life, while using poetry to cope.
