Like barbed wire she twisted herself into my thoughts with just a prick, and when she was ripped away I bled to death
- I should be dead by now
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Broken, Burnt, & Blooming
PoetrySome people want to be saved Some people don't, Some people can be saved Some people can't. {A poetry book of anything that comes to mind. Including: Self harm, Suicidal thoughts, Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Gender dysphoria, LGBTQ+ themes, Love, Toxic...
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Like barbed wire she twisted herself into my thoughts with just a prick, and when she was ripped away I bled to death
- I should be dead by now
