i was ur leverage when balance was unfamiliar
its unfair that i continue to care while u go on with life acting like someone hurt u
when all ur wounds were self- inflicted
im in debt to ur soul and addicted
we are no longer the same being
do u see how u flip shit? //e.b.
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the thoughts of essie bell
Losowepoems that didn't make the cut. poems that are unprocessed and raw. poems about sensitivity, anxiety, self- acknowledgement, and so many other things....
