(extra)ordinary; a poem by fearmustdie


extraordinary
Maybe I’m meant to live an ordinary life looking for the romantic side of ordinary
habits an artist that barely creates art,
and that mostly destroys is it sad? is it bad to give up my dreams?
or am I just letting go what could never be? I’m doing it one day at a time,
and I’ve just turned twenty. is it too late or too soon to realise I’m
barely breathing? if I’m ordinary,
and I’m meant to just live an ordinary life… I will make it my own way. I will try to make it right.

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