I want to hold you like the first time, grip onto me like it's the end of the world. Tell me your unspeakable thoughts that you punish yourself in the shower for with each drop of crimson that drips of your arm, with each word, word for word. I will shelter your sins with only the purest of love. I'd die with a smile for that.
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An Abomination
PoetryReal life diary entities of a crazed bpd teenage girl, going through the tough works of life. Hope my writing can let people know that at they're not alone.
