Unsure
Am I alive, am I breathing.Or is this a machine, maybe a dream.
Possibly a sick joke, that I cant understand.
A figment of your imagination.
Maybe im the tear of a loved one.
A child dancing in the rain.
I cant move and im tired.
Poetry by stophercromwell
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Written on 2011-04-17 at 00:24




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