Fingers,
crawl down my throat,
bring up all that dirt.
heave, cry-
feel as though I'm going to die,
but it's fine
consequences lie beneath the numbers
that I choose to comply.
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PoetryHighest rank: #23 In poetry. A compilation of Poems about love, heart break, depression and everything in between really. Black, white, and of course, a dose of grey.
