there was a map on her arm
tracing down her skin like veins
filled with all the heartbreak the world would never see
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Everything is Ash
PoetryI'm just another person struggling through life one day at a time. Life's too much and too little, overwhelming one moment and empty the next. Everything is ash, everything is coated with dust and defeat; everything is bleeding and broken and beau...
Self-harm
there was a map on her arm
tracing down her skin like veins
filled with all the heartbreak the world would never see
