
I can not let go of what was once mine.
& in the mist of all things;
I'm driving myself in sane.
I can't breathe; & I can't cope with the fact.
The weather changes & so does my mood.
My alternate takes over my winter tude`& I find myself kidnapped.
She's taken me to another place.
another world.
&
Subconsciously, I'm praying no one finds me here.
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