Her lungs are compressed, on the brink of collapse, they fall in her, nestled against smoldering skin and jarring bone that lurches, making her wonder when did she ever get this weak.
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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...
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Her lungs are compressed, on the brink of collapse, they fall in her, nestled against smoldering skin and jarring bone that lurches, making her wonder when did she ever get this weak.
