Identity mistaken
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karima
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I wrote this poem when I was waiting for my turn at my therapist cabinet Because I' ll never tell him

Identity mistaken

I wrote this poem when I was waiting for my turn at my therapist cabinet

Because I' ll never tell him

I wrote my last poem on my road home

Because nobody's there

I write my dreams

Because none of them is real

I keep writing and writing

Because there may be nothing left

I burried those empty flames

Under words

Because I' ve run out of gazoline

My dry pages fly upon me

Because the air is too light

But im still too heavy to be floating

My mood is low, my expectations are high

And when I come down i dont break

I fall into pieces

The wind may blow and carry my ruins

But i ll be forever ruined

I'm sinking under tears, there are voices telling me

There is no place for me here

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