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feelings smash

collide and integrate

mixing colors like the finger paints my mother made me as a child

 

one minute i am functioning

one minute i am overwhelmed

and the next i am gone

 

feelings are inevitable and i know they are necessary

but why do they have to be so fluid

 

why do they have to chase each other into the hours of the morning you'd rather not entertain

 

feelings scream and shout and whisper and sigh at once

 

one minute i can cope

and the next i cannot.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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