sometimes death
grabs me by the wrist
and leaves many
painful marks
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the root of compassion
Poetryoften, the bird who sings the loveliest song is the one who has never felt lovely *** a book featuring poetry about my stuggles and the feelings i can not fathom into understandble words
scars
sometimes death
grabs me by the wrist
and leaves many
painful marks
