you know what sucks? not wanting to die
but that feeling, that damn feeling,
of what it actually means
it isn't an escape
i wish it was
i wish;
you weren't able to breathe,
that you never came near me,
because i'm hurting
i am hurting.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry'cause sometimes, i swear, i hear voices collection of thoughts