Without a Poem
Saturday, October 31, 2015
Is me
Is me
I wanted to be liked so much
an impulse was to change exterior things
it's my clothes
then they'd like me
it's my possessions
then they'd like me
it's my laugh
then they'd like me
all to realize
the one losing in every scenario
is me.
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