an unseen hand drags me
down when I think of you
and everything I regret.
it's an extension of my depression,
This god damned descensum
: down
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w i t h e r e d • my poems
Poetrylike a flower devoid of water I withered until I was nothing I just didn't notice that the thieves were those I thought I should be trusting. saltwater travels up my stem drawing the life out of me as my petals fall off and all my dreams are snatche...
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an unseen hand drags me
down when I think of you
and everything I regret.
it's an extension of my depression,
This god damned descensum
: down
