You were the lighter.
I was constantly compelled to have you to my skin.
You left marks.
And we both knew you were no good to my mental health, but the urge to have you near my flesh became unbearable to ignore. So i stopped ignoring.
[Everything from this point foward is stuff thats not from like three years ago xD unless i say otherwise]
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Metanoia
Poezja"YOU LEFT BRUISES I CANNOT ERASE WITH FOUNDATION THIS TIME" These are just really shitty old poems tbh But i hope you guys are well c: © [Ranked #467 || poetry] [[Completed]]
