a place where the things in my head can find somewhere to belong on this earth
i was sitting down,
when felt down.
nothing i can do,
but do what hippos do.
wallowing
half a day went by,
my mind couldn't come by,
nothing else could be done,
couldn't blame someone
wallow wallow
move on, move on,
life goes on.
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