I am sensitive mind and body
I’m all too aware but when receiving love
it’s like it’s hard to receive
I hate to beg
Hate shedding tears
hate asking for something that should already be mine.
tell me is it really mine?
or am I just wasting time
thinking of things to do that’ll make me feel like I’m fine
when I feel like to be truthful
there’s too much on my mind.
running nowhere
feels like I’m running out of time.
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Comments1
A poetic expression of time. Well done
thank you
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