When the walls stopped crushing me
The claustrophobia was diagnosed
A little too late
But it brought peace to my ghost
That the villainous bricks
That pushed stones, that pushed sticks
Would be found in an empty space
With iron walls reaching on for days
//AN: my friend had explicit photos of her taken in a locker room and I want to help her. Any ideas? She's gone to the counselor and is doing that stuff, but I want to support her in other ways.
Love, the ever inactive,
-Brooks\\
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Poetry"I landed on the ground and it had this horrible thing called gravity" In all it's different forms The poetry of pain The words of the girl who went from pink To a lonely shade of gray #67 Highest Rank © 2015 ML_Brooks, all rights reserv...
