comes down to the wire
hell blames the liar
no matter the fire
stuck in muck, in the mire
looking down from my spire
i bear through it, flat like a tire
they rely on me, it's dire
numbing as i get higher
hell only blames the liar.
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I'll Be Fine (pt. 1 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife apparently wattpad limits the number of parts you can have, so I'm s...
