I burry myself beneath layers of unspoken tragedies.
I wear them like an invisible cloak
And write them with ink that can only be seen in the dark
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Poetry"Everyone's playing checkers with their scars, saying checkmate whenever they get out without a broken heart. Just to be clear I don't want to get out without a broken heart. I intend to leave this life so shattered there's gonna have to be a thousa...
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I burry myself beneath layers of unspoken tragedies.
I wear them like an invisible cloak
And write them with ink that can only be seen in the dark
