m in too deep
The claws of sin
Dragging me down
So I won't win
Life's a short stock of death
My heart bursts
Nothing left
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Hidden Pride
PoetryYears of depression bottled up and pour out. TW//: d*pression, su*cidal thoughts, self loathing, etc All poems are the authors original creation. Do not steal!
Nothing left
m in too deep
The claws of sin
Dragging me down
So I won't win
Life's a short stock of death
My heart bursts
Nothing left