trust is not a verb that my brain knows how to act on.

a brain dump as a poem.

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i have not felt like i’m real

ever since death hit me

like a sandstorm that

still leaves me cou

ghing up dust in

stead of trust

is not a verb

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writer | editor | poet | all things personal development ↠ alaynadoyal.com ♡

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