Isn't it so crazy how the time changes?
Still remember that girl with her heart broken, on the kitchen flow holding on to her chest, needing oxygen to breathe but the fractures in her ribs were piercing through her lungs.
She thought for sure he was the one.
It's a drizzling pulse on a meter, revealing wounds that stitch themselves.
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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...
