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Breathing
your poisened words
as if I would die without them.
Feeling
an aching pain in my chest
that your actions caused.
Still,
you're the star
of all my present thoughts.
The center of my life.
The reason for my suffering.
YOU ARE READING
Loud Thoughts II 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲✔
Poetry»To the thinkers instead of talkers. The ones with an exploding head but closed lips. To the ones, who think it's better to be quiet instead of telling everything that goes on in their mind and in their life. The ones with ideas and hopes or drea...
