TW: sh
It's like a thousand words escaped my body.
With just a pair of scissors.
There's barely a scar.
It doesn't matter.
No one will find out.
It was ten pm.
And I felt the sting.
And god it felt so good.
Like I'd been released.
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Poetry at midnight, because of the butterflies
PoetryHey guys! Joesph again! This is my *counts on fingers* Forth Poetry book! My other two are -An Emotional fairy's poetree -Poetry caused my computer the drip with tears -Poetry written on the gravestone of the butterflies I had for you Whenever I ta...
