10:01 am, Sunday, 7th May
sometimes it feels like there's poison
running freely through my veins
killing me slowly,
one day at a time.
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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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10:01 am, Sunday, 7th May
sometimes it feels like there's poison
running freely through my veins
killing me slowly,
one day at a time.
