your hands were wrapped around my neck
telling me all the things i'd never be
your voice rang through my head
whenever i told myself i should be dead
YOU ARE READING
nights are cold without you
Poetrya sequel to 'to die would be an awfully big adventure'. this book is about my healing, i learnt not to forget but to forgive (Completed)
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your hands were wrapped around my neck
telling me all the things i'd never be
your voice rang through my head
whenever i told myself i should be dead
