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do you think
i don't regret me?
do you think
i don't regret me?
all the throwing knives
and burning rifles i use
across the room
scar me more than
anybody thinks.
all the scars were brought,
but i'd still choose
to be close to you but
out of your touch,
where your hands mean no harm.
is it horrendous
that i prefer your tears more
than my 16-year-long ones?
is it awful
that i like it better
when i no longer fear
all the throwing knives
and burning rifles you use
across the room,
but know,
you scarred me more than
anybody did.
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YOU ARE READING
the places i've been to inside
Poetryt h e p l a c e s i ' v e b e e n t o i n s i d e ╰ a compilation of poems ╰ ongoing i am still on my journey. i do not know where this heads to, but it's all inside.
