i'm dragging myself out again
my angel of a consicous
extends her arm
all the way from a happier place
to pull me through these flames
that will leave me burned & scarred
forever.
but the quicker i let her pull me up
the faster the flames will burn out
as i reach the surface
above what i call love
and they call hell.
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ampersand
Poetrya collection of trash poetry from a girl who tries to treat people with kindness although many have been unkind to her
