Your Voice Spoke, Only to Heal in Trickery
12/04/18
Endless blackness, I am trapped. Swimming within, my lungs are petrified. Where are you, my pitcher? There's nothing that I can breath with down here since you left me to rot.
- j.a.m
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Poetry[PROSE POETRY] this is me voicing my thoughts on my everyday life. Started: 10/26/18 Ended: *ongoing* Copyright © 2018 EMOTICK All Rights Reserved.
