You do it were no one else will see it.On your thighs and on your knees.Not on your wrists because that's were its expected.Then days later it came into my life.They came into my life,their creations came into my life.The sweet rhythms came into my life.Then they stopped. My thighs have hurt every sense.
A/n:No I don't cut. I use to though.I basically wrote this bc its what would happen if Twenty One Pilots stopped making music.
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My Poems
PoetryJust a few poems made by meh.I hope you like them.I made them when I felt sad I guess lmao.Enjerrrr
