here's to the women that stay
and the women that leavethe women that follow their hearts
and chase their dreamsthe women stuck in between
bursting at the seamshere's to the women
confused
desperate
loud
and frantici toast to you at your funeral
too late in ever making a difference
because you screamed and thrashed and criedand no one listened
i'm sorry
here's to you
and all of our empty apologies
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The Art of Living
Poetryjust thoughts and poems and stuff that get progressively more depressing lol. needed a space to release all this instead of holding it in