my body has lines.
the lines that scar, and ones that heal.
you have lines too.
not me, nor anyone else will truly understand how you feel.
but this is- was my release, possibly multiple cries.
silent ones...
a secret battle that hide behind my sad eyes.
i have lines,
you do too.
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IMPLICATION OF DESOLATION
Poetry(PART 1) the empty rooms with no doors isn't the worst part. it's hoping that one day someone will save us from the walls that howl at us for every mistake we've made. des·o·late adjective ˈdesələt/ (of a place) deserted of people and in a state of...
