I am the sad quiet
numb
Too little,
Too muchToo imaginary to touch
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I am drifting terror
I am potential dismayed
Almost, but not yet afraid.
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I am a shallow breath
I am the whispered death
I am the dream that takes up space
With the things you can't get.
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I am a storm cloud
I am the sea.
as you drown
i am melancholy.
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06.12.22
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