the morning after acid rain

reading the texts ive sent earlier today

not remembering, really

i mean, i typed them, but

it feels like im looking at someone elses phone

someone elses life

im just going through the motions

im not living

im not real

but im okay

and ill be myself again soon

but not yet

im okay here

the morning after acid rain

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