Mon, 04/13/2020 - 22:07 -- kiannad

time is going by

i don't think they understand when i say

that i didn't expect to be here

yesterday, today, tomorrow 

every holiday i thought i would miss

the idea pushes me down overwhelmingly

sinks into my lungs 

suffocating me

i don't know what else to tell them except for "wow"

because time is going by

i'm alive 

but i don't believe that this 

is living.



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