I have a contract
Signed in blood
That allows dark thoughts
To germinate and bud
I signed it with
A razor and a toothpick
What was I thinking?
I don't know; I was too sick.
I have a contract
Signed in red
To give up my safe places
Yes, even in my head
I signed it inside
In the dark and the pain
And the moment I did,
I realized I was slain.
.won enim er'uoY
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I Never Said You Could Have It
PoésieA collection of poems from years and years of experiences, good, bad, worse, and downright disgusting. I've been through a lot, and I've seen a lot, and it's hard, but I know others are going through the same thing, and I want them to see that even...
