Dead inside,
Float and drift,
Touched but not touching
The world around,
Muddle through,
Each wretched moment,
Until i can burrow
Into your arms,
And forget
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Dead inside,
Float and drift,
Touched but not touching
The world around,
Muddle through,
Each wretched moment,
Until i can burrow
Into your arms,
And forget
Posted on January 25, 2014 at 3:17 AM in Mike, Poetry | RSS feed | Reply | Trackback URL
Felt every word. Been there too.
ty *hugs*
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