it was always
me
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a
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l
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n
g
for him.
he is taking me
a p a r t
like bad glue
on a get well card.
now ive
f
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n
so far
d
o
w
n
i dont know how to get back
p.
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Roses Are Dead
Poetryjust me writin' some stuff about the feels. Includes self-harm and other potentially triggering topics Will update when possible, which will not be every day. Sorry!
