Its the most indescribable feeling.
Like my throat is closing up.
And i cant breathe.
But what makes it worse is:
Im dying and nobody sees.
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Metanoia
Poetry"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]]
current feeling
Its the most indescribable feeling.
Like my throat is closing up.
And i cant breathe.
But what makes it worse is:
Im dying and nobody sees.
