04/07/22
i don't want to say you ruined me because you never really did. all you did was to puncture another scar in me — a scar that'll take years to heal that, although it's healed from the outside, it still aches me from within.
what's worse is it hurts and i don' t feel the pain; yet, i wouldn't say i'm used to it.
it's more like, "oh hey, welcome back. . . please go away."
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Broken Arteries
詩歌↪ handmade poetry from someone who was once yet oft scarred. status: on-going date started | march.05.2021 date ended |
