Hold my wrist
Your face the picture of concern
But I've seen yours
We are beautiful lies
Pleading each other
To stop it
When we know the beauty
Of the pain
But I will still hold your wrist
And you can hold mine
-Brem
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Sad Poems (trigger warning)
PoetryMy words. Just words. So much meaning. So much hurt A message of self harm, anorexia, bulimia
