my clothes are dirty, they feel heavy on my skin;
the air is heavy as well,
my lungs long for fresh wind, but my legs are exhausted, too tired to support my weight.
i can feel the rotting smell spreading on my skin,
i hope death is kinder than this world.
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ugly poems.
Poetryplease read!! this is just an ongoing collection of poems i wrote, i do accept constructive criticism, however, pointless observations such as "this is mediocre" or anything similar, are not helpful, because that is already known. these "ugly poem...
