I push people away to prove myself I can
That even without anyone I can still stand
That I'm self-made
That I'm unfazed
No matter how I'm choked or threated
That I'm not ever going to break
Handprints, purple tints around my neck
Like shackles halting my escape
I would have screamed for the maid
But even the I was too afraid
//Choking
Eririn
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Poetry Diaries 1: Nepenthe
PoetryYear 1 of Eririn's Poetry Diaries. A collection of fleeting thoughts about love and heartbreak. Eririn 2016
