pass the milk

He called me Dara. I don't know my real name.

I'd like to share a poem with you all, all 10 of us, but I can't write it. I don't know what it says. All I have is the feeling of the poem, and the feeling of any poem, at the same time. Maybe this will be the poem

I used to have a teddie bear but i don't know where he went. i don't even remember if he had a name. but he was precious to me i miss him but i'm not sure i miss the bear or the concept of him

without that bear i feel worthless. it was a lot of me, sort of a symbol of me. i no longer rely on that bear just like i'm no longer relied on.

thrown away somewhere

maybe it's me though. I don't know. i think i might be back