A noose is a necklace and we paint in the blood of our cuts. We hurt, we die. We cry, we try. We all die in the end...let's just speed up the process.
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My Sad Poems
PoetryA book about all the poems I write when I need to speak but can't.
Process of 'life'
A noose is a necklace and we paint in the blood of our cuts. We hurt, we die. We cry, we try. We all die in the end...let's just speed up the process.
