my hands won't stop shaking,
why do you change me?
i feel nothing, think nothing,
yet my pulse is still racing.
let you go, let me go,
i've quit holding on;
my mind is fine
but my body's not strong.
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ampersand
Poesíaa collection of trash poetry from a girl who tries to treat people with kindness although many have been unkind to her
you can't hurt my brain anymore
my hands won't stop shaking,
why do you change me?
i feel nothing, think nothing,
yet my pulse is still racing.
let you go, let me go,
i've quit holding on;
my mind is fine
but my body's not strong.
