Snap me in half
And then in half again
Until when you grab me
You finally listen
So many words
You hear so little
Alive, so brittle
We’ve already whittled
Sometimes I enjoy being me
Though, I know I wouldn’t like to be them
Asking to be friends and it’s only 9pm.
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Author:
Harry Atkinson (
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- Category: Love
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Comments1
admittedly I cant quite grasp the context or meaning but I appreciate the read, good write
Open for interpretations. thanks!
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