tonight i lay awake
in the last day of my trip
recalling the events i laid out behind me
am i leaving or running away?
will the choices i make stay behind or haunt me
stolen prayers pry my lips
beaded tears comb through my lashes
the regrets i have may surely cause my death
as the same mistakes have left tallies on my skin
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𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌
Poetrystatic stat·ic ˈstat-ik. adjective characterized by a lack of movement or change trigger warning: read at your own risk! | just an unnecessarily long collection of me trying to get over my feelings
