7:46 am, Saturday, 6th January
You had convinced me that I would always need you,
but you were wrong – I do not need you.
YOU ARE READING
dysphoria
Poesiasilent pleas from a heart that's been tainted blue, a mind that ripples in constant turmoil and a mouth that remains shut //
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7:46 am, Saturday, 6th January
You had convinced me that I would always need you,
but you were wrong – I do not need you.
