i can hear the clocks tick
i can feel my body struggle
i can see the clothes piling
yet I'm still
my mind races
my fingers dance
but I'm still
it is not for a lack of want
but it is from a lack of life
-lana jane
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fly away poetry
Poetrya collection of self-written poetry for: those in pain those shamed because of who they love the people whose bodies have been taken from them the outcasts those that have had their mirrors become their own hell the unrequited lovers the people who...
