now we're out of the taxi
closing its doors
i found my hand holding yours
trembling skin
unnerving feeling
my heavy heart loosens it's grip
too much emotion pouring through my bloodstream
putting it back in it's tiny, dark, forgotten, unneeded box
just go
I'm better on my own
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Vanity Killed the Poet
Puisi➳' among the piles of forgotten poems she realised she had saved herself' ➳ this story follows the lives of many individuals through their minds and actions. Do any stories intertwine? Does everybody survive? Does anybody? ♡ trigger warning ♡
