i still get this sick feeling
deep down inside
every time i see you.i'm trying, i'm still healing.
sorry i lied,
sorry that you're dead.funny how you used to give
me butterflies
in my stomach.but now, i hope you forgive
me, cut the ties
as i continue to drown in your blood.
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stigma [body limbs collection]
Poetryslowly, our fingers interlock with the key of our hearts. started: march 25, 2018 ended: march 25, 2018 ©OUTROSOFT