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in my head

pencil, pencil

By Julie SpaurPublished 4 years ago 1 min read
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Pencil, Pencil, Paper, Pen...

Wander...wonder what comes when?

Where and how and why and who?

I never know what I should do.

The thoughts I think,

The things I feel...

I'm never sure just what is real.

Sometimes I'm blue and sometimes red.

I can't control what's in my head.

I try to write to get it out, but I've NO idea

what I'm about.

If I just had somewhere to turn...

a place to go so I could learn WHY I always

feel SO SAD

and why my life just seems so bad.

Maybe then I could get some rest...

instead of being

so damned depressed.

sad poetry
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About the Creator

Julie Spaur

Reader, writer, nature lover. Life coach, pet sitter, employee. Entrepreneur, artist, thrift store junkie.

I want to ignite a spark within each person I touch so we can share positive energy with each other, all creatures and our planet.

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