traveling became my hobby,
it is how i remind myself that i am alive
and life didn't actually end when my home left.
almost like a lost child,
walking aimlessly, bare foot.
just trying to go back to where i used to be.
let the hunger rumble in—
tiredness occupy my mind,
and i welcome the bruises.
it is how i forget you,
to forget the open wound your shut mouth created.
but as disgusting as it sounds
maggots came
and it's still a long way to reach the past me
so i need to heal
even though this shredded blood was the only thing you left me with
I can't let the maggots consume me
I can't let them replace you
I can't let them erase you
so i will
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my dreams be like:👆👆
it's so random and disgusting
but i was just trying to describe wha--
okay enough blood c for today
the original #57 was deleted bc wattpad was tripping so i tried to create it again hahah(😭😭)
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Poetry𝑰 𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒕; 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒚... 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕. A collection of poems...
