I need to feel the dirt caked on my bare feet
I need to feel the mud in my teeth
I need to smell the grass
While it sticks out of my ratted hair
I need to feel alive
Because I’ve never felt more dead
With a knife pressed against my porcelain skin
I lost who I was
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Damn.. This goes hard.
I hope you find the life you’re looking for.
Nicely penned.
Thank you, I appreciate the kind words.