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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