There is something wretched about love, it stumbles and clutches, scorching through her veins. It is an antidote she continues to seek, ripping through shuddering breaths just to keep herself awake. It's a blade cutting through skin and bone hoping the pain on the other side will heal itself. For her, it is never still.
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Screaming Into The Void
Poetry#1 in poetry :) #1 in free verse :) Have you ever felt like it was the end? Like today was just a bad day? That no matter how many times you believe that something can happen that it just might not? That no one gives a damn at all? That all you do...
