"i hate how dying could seem so simple,
the p a l l i d hue of my veins beneath my skin,
and the beating pulse of my t r a n s i e n t heart,
reminds me how f l e e t i n g m y t i m e i s.
it instills a tenacious streak in me to do what it takes
to make this life of mine worth it".
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Catharsis
Poetryca·thar·sis [kuh-thahr-sis] noun, plural ca·thar·ses [kuh-thahr-seez] 1. the purging of the emotions or relieving of emotional tensions, especially through certain kinds of art, as tragedy or music. Poetry #62 / Random #130 © Copyrighted, All...
