the metallic scent clings to my hands as we count
sorting it out in piles of ten
and now I feel guilty for asking for everything
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a broken soul, in a hungry body
Poetryeverything written is my personal thoughts and feelings from my experiences, it is all my original work. ⚠️tw⚠️ contains sensitive topics; including but not limited to self-harm, suicide, eating disorders, depression, and sleep paralysis
counting pennies
the metallic scent clings to my hands as we count
sorting it out in piles of ten
and now I feel guilty for asking for everything
