Seeing your name hurts,
It pushes me down to the dirt.
It has a sad ambiance around its edges,
And subjects me to internal madness.
Its poison leaks from every syllable,
And I repeat it over and over until I'm all delusional.
You have put a curse on your own name.
And I'm trap in its repulsing game.
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Drops of Poetry Vol. 2
PoezjaThe SECOND Installment of the Chart topping Book "Drops of Poetry" It is a book of poems portraying the intense emotions translated into poetry. Join me in a new journey of heartbreak, joy, love, and more.
