I don't even want kids
My stomach was filled with something,
it felt heavy but I couldn't recognize any kind of punching.
My mind played pushing:
,,How did it happen?", I made assumptions.
Boards flickered infront of my eyes: where's the passion.
Please, don't let me dream again.
I still feel some sort of a pain.
Copyright © Adna Demiri | Year Posted 2024
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