we are murderers
without having blood on our hands
because we've been killing ourselves
each time we overthink
and only waking up again
every morning.
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a hurricane of blues | poetry book 2 ✔
Poetry[ poetry and prose book 2 ] ❝you're so good at comforting others but who's comforting you?❞ a shelf of poems and proses containing the chaos and pain of heartache, loneliness, anger, grief, and sadness. s t a r t e d : f e b r u a r y 2 0 2 1 e n d...
bloody murder
we are murderers
without having blood on our hands
because we've been killing ourselves
each time we overthink
and only waking up again
every morning.
