Under his sweater his arms were rough.
I'd always ask why he always wore a sweater
"Oh, just because of the weather."
One day I saw his scars
When we were studying the stars
And I lifted up my sleeve
"See, I want to leave too."
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Meaningless:: a collection
PoetryI've made this for you for when you're lost and alone when you're sinking like a stone use these words, these pieces of broken soul, to heal your own. - this is strictly for awareness, I do not encourage anyone to do the following and if you stru...
