I tire of this
Dragging your body along
Pretending you are not dead
Carrying the dead weight
Suffering from your toxic stench
You don't even grip me
When I threaten to let go
So I just release you
And walk away
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My Scribble Thoughts
PoetryMy second official series of poems, starting from My Frozen Heart. Sometimes we all can't think clearly. Sometimes we all don't have the ability to organize the cluster of words and scribbled thoughts in our head. I'm here to try and do it for you...
