Sunday, April 21, 2013

Sometimes

Sometimes,
I think
that I'm not really present
in my own life,
as though it goes on
without my permission.

Sometimes,
although I don't want to die,
I want to stop
living.
I want to climb
into the other side
of my face
and observe my experiences
without having them.

Sometimes,
and only once in a while,
I want to stop living,
but I really don't want
to die...


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