I clung onto the pain,
For it kept me alive.
I needed to rid myself of that dull ache in my heart.
So pain after pain after pain.
Painting blooming roses on my wrists to stay alive.
-this beautiful thing I call pain
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Poetry"why are all my poems about you?" {highest is #3 in poetry} {cover by @wallflower_r} {completed}
