machineryA Poem by DecentlyOkayWriterhas it scraped enough from our stories to truly understand?
does it really know what sadness means
past choked sobs and shaky hands? has it scraped enough from our stories to truly understand? does it grasp what a bruise feels like on a scraped knee or does it just know how it should feel? does it know the difference of feeling between mum kissing it better and your first kiss? or is it simply looking at a photo of the stars instead of seeing them © 2025 DecentlyOkayWriterAuthor's Note
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Added on August 7, 2025 Last Updated on August 7, 2025 AuthorDecentlyOkayWritermy soul is in, NYAboutStuck up a creek without a paddle, trying my best until I can't try anymore . . . they/them, one of the youngins more.. |

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