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slight vent
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it's night, not a good time to be in plight.
i embroidered what they taught us, though i the things i do are blurred.
a song thrummed my ears as i poked the needle through and through.
i hate myself for doing this at a young age, im in a cage that i made.
this cage is made up of scars and tears of my problems.
i want to be isolated i say,
though i have baited myself to say that.
sounds of pokes spread the room, hope fading.
im slowly buried by my varied problems.
its starting to become casual
its impractical to try to stop
i cant.
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thank you for reading.
YOU ARE READING
words dragged on by thoughts and lullabies
Poetrypoems i make when i feel shitty or while i do smth at 3am. this isn't long-term like Tails of Sparrows, but enjoy. this is like the filler of all my stories if the chapters aren't out yet. have fun. though some tws will be placed.
