How tragic.
I would stop a bullet for you with my chest
And you wouldn't interfere with a harsh word
To keep tears from careening down my face
out of pure fear.
What do I even do?
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Love, Depression, and the Overlap
PoesíaPoetry inspired during the roughest couple of years.
How Tragic
How tragic.
I would stop a bullet for you with my chest
And you wouldn't interfere with a harsh word
To keep tears from careening down my face
out of pure fear.
What do I even do?
