Reaching out,
To the string that keeps one breathing,
Stranded in,
The darkest of deep thinking.
Pull too much,
It breaks.
Pull too little,
It suffocates.
‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵
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THORNS╰┈➤ ᴀ ᴘᴏᴇᴛʀʏ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
PoezjaEmotions that go unexpressed and unnoticed, Those that lie deep within the folds of a beating heart, Spilt onto the cold floor as it changes shape, Taking the form of words, Words that speak a thousand emotions.
ⅠⅠ: The String of Life;
Reaching out,
To the string that keeps one breathing,
Stranded in,
The darkest of deep thinking.
Pull too much,
It breaks.
Pull too little,
It suffocates.
‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵
