The world curves.
It curves with you.
No, it curves against me.
Then curve with it.
But I cannot, I am too brittle.
Then snap.
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Dying Song (poetry)
Poetryjust some stuff I made. !TW! Contains vague talk of SH, suicide, ED and general mental illness. -JRR
The World Curves
The world curves.
It curves with you.
No, it curves against me.
Then curve with it.
But I cannot, I am too brittle.
Then snap.