"Your thoughts of suicide kills me.
The moments of happiness seizes.
Tired of running in circles.
Tired of living in a circus,
surrounded by the ruckus
and the ashes of our past.
You keep me in dark
for a reason unknown
venting to the open wind,
rather than to me."
~E.
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Fragments of the picture ✔️
Poetry"𝙄 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙤𝙣 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙜𝙚" -3rd place winner of the splash poetry awards 2020-
