FIFTY-EIGHT
puppet to your needsMy hands are hung.
I am a puppet to my own mind,
slave to my own lies.
Thread is pulling at my heart,
it feeds off the thrash.
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PoetryMELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. Here, I will speak the sadness, the heartache, and the decaying for all the unspoken. Perhaps under this layer of melancholy, the girl I once knew still exists. First poetry collection i...