We only seem, but, darling, we are not
The things we claim to be in all this mess.
The things we thought, we’d left so far behind,
Still follow us like ghosts, being ourselves.
Ourselves, - a word so trivial and vague,
Ourselves, so lost, so desperate, so lone.
You know, I tried to kill you, but I failed.
I only seem, but, darling, I am not.
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© Copyright: Валерия Пурцеладзе, 2017
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