Outerlude

'It has been a month and three days since my first poem. I want to thank you but I'll stay quiet cause it turns out there's too many people to thank...'

I'll rest easy knowing I can
But my bed is barely a shelter
Raindrops patter on my head
And I wish I could have held her
But a realist for seeing it as it is
I hold these papers tightly
People who've never cared for me
Don't understand these writings



Credits
Writer(s): Alex Thackray
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