Do my dry eyes make the perfect disguise to my scared wrist and bruised thighs?
Why do you never noticed the way I'm distant?
Why are my eyes even open?
I'm not living.
I'm dying.
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Poems
PoetryTheses are just poems that I wrote. I'm just expressing my emotions or whatever you wanna call it.
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Do my dry eyes make the perfect disguise to my scared wrist and bruised thighs?
Why do you never noticed the way I'm distant?
Why are my eyes even open?
I'm not living.
I'm dying.