Today I reunited with a part of me. An awesome feeling- definitely something healthy and bright. A weird feeling- realising, that although nothing really changed, still a solemn human, I'm no longer the only part of the Poli world in this strange and beautiful world, a some what strange feeling of comfort and safety, a thin layer of stardust on a bare nerve (Poli the fucking poet).
I'm too self-focused in indulging in my own self-made feel-y bullshit, I've become too much of a drama queen. May the Poli island clean itself up and evolve.
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leave me out with the waste, this is not what I do
It's the wrong kind of place to be thinking of you
It's the wrong kind of place to be thinking of you
lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalallaalalllaaaaaaaaa
You don't shoot it how am I supposed to hold?
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