purposeA Poem by AnggelaIdentity out of focus, Miles from where it
should be Is there for me any
purpose Is it dangerous to say, That I feel like I’m
already dead? All these thoughts come
to my head I sleep with a stranger
in my own bed. © 2025 Anggela |
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Added on January 18, 2025 Last Updated on January 18, 2025 |

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