Wind

please

dont help me disappear

i want to be real, i want to be here

but i cant stop myself from floating away

…………………………………………………………………

the slightest breeze will knock me clean

out of my skin 

and into the clouds

but the same gust of wind 

from a cruel mouth

can knock me clean out of my skin

and straight down through the floor, never stopping

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