9:53 am, Sunday, 7th May
sometimes I see you and wonder if you
regret saying those bitter words that still
whirl in my mind and lead me to believe that
I am all that you had said.
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dysphoria
Poetrysilent pleas from a heart that's been tainted blue, a mind that ripples in constant turmoil and a mouth that remains shut //
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9:53 am, Sunday, 7th May
sometimes I see you and wonder if you
regret saying those bitter words that still
whirl in my mind and lead me to believe that
I am all that you had said.
