it was a car crash
in the dead of night
twisted metal
headlights smeared
across my vision
seatbelt in my neck
head on the horn
an all-consuming pain
i didn't even realize
anything was wrong
until the entire world
was upside down.
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dispositional tendencies
Poetrya collection of writing and poetry i wrote about things that i can't always say out loud. i hope you enjoy this and can find comfort in knowing others feel the same as you and that you are not alone :)
