Written by m ennenbach

trapped in solitude

after
the long weekend
i find myself
even more
confused
as to who it is
i truly am

fallingfarther
into despair
as pieces of myself
crumble to dust
it is incomprehensible
i am anything
more than a stain

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  1. I usually feel this way, as well.

    Having met you, however, I can safely say you are no stain. You are a deliberate brush stroke of the best hue.

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