Was the last thought you had before going to bed last night of me?
What do you carry on your wrists?
What do you do in your wasted time?
What does your gum taste of to you?
Tell me a riddle and I'll tell you that's all that exists
Nothing but words between one breath and the next
Nothing but pictures hidden in phrases
Nothing but painted over graffiti
White sheets speckled red
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After (2024)
NouvellesIt's a story about recovering from depression. My journey to stay happy after a long couple years. I write mostly poetry. If you want to read more about my struggles click my profile, I have one published story detailing my 2023 year. It's still har...
