sometimes I feel like
a bowl of Lucky charms
after someone raided
the box and ate
all the marshmallows,
sometimes I feel like
a garden of
dry
dead flowers
on a frozen
November
day,
sometimes
I feel
like
a
grave,
forgotten,
with
an old
cracked
tombstone,
somtimes
I
feel like
a train
flying
toward
a cliff,
sometimes
I think
I am
an
angel
here
to save
the
world,
and on
some
days
sometimes
is every
ten
minutes
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