All that's left will be,
Your bones.
No flesh, no warmth,
Nothing to love.
And still,
Those dreaded souls will say,
"Just not thin enough."
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Meaningless:: a collection
PoesíaI'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...
