but my memory's been cleansed by the
excessive amount of cold tears that have
fallen due to his name.
pain seems distant, i reach out to find emotion
but it seems they constantly run from me.
i'm pacing around my little world,
forever wondering if i'd rather hurt,
or feel nothing
at
all
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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
