I hurt everywhere,
My knuckles a dark shade of red,
With every breath a swear,
All I want is to be dead.
~ 3.10.18
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Letters I'll never Send
Poesiehere are the poems of the things i could never say. the majority of these are indirect conversations of mine, based on true events. and yes, I've written all these independently :) enjoy
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I hurt everywhere,
My knuckles a dark shade of red,
With every breath a swear,
All I want is to be dead.
~ 3.10.18
