I'm done.
For now I'm done with all this.
Every time I swallow it tastes like fresh blood.
But thankfully I'm not in pain.
Not physical at least.
I tried.
I've tried it all.
All just for a emotion to come out.
But it won't.
And much as my heart wants to live.
My brain doesn't want to function.
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PoetryMy mind is like a poisoned apple. From a simple glance, everything seems fine. But once you taste it, it becomes a whole different story. . . . Highest Ranking: [#66 in Poetry]
