We can’t reach each other,
Like we’re in two different worlds…
And I reach out and sometimes grasp you,
And other times I’m left floating and empty,
Drifting among Nothingness.
This story is part of a collection of poems, short stories and introspective diary entries, called “Grimoire of a Weirdo”.
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