i might not know who I am
but I at least know who id like
to become in 6 years.
or maybe I think I do.
maybe i'd like to think I'm psychic.
: identity
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w i t h e r e d • my poems
Poetrylike a flower devoid of water I withered until I was nothing I just didn't notice that the thieves were those I thought I should be trusting. saltwater travels up my stem drawing the life out of me as my petals fall off and all my dreams are snatche...
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i might not know who I am
but I at least know who id like
to become in 6 years.
or maybe I think I do.
maybe i'd like to think I'm psychic.
: identity
