It wasn't meant to happen.
I was doing so well.
What went wrong?
The notification.
The card.
The body.
The blade.
Now I'm back to the start
Stumbling in the dark
With no one to save me.
m.r
40 words
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𝙋𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙝𝙨
Poetry1:48 am "And with every drop of rain that hits the earth, I can hear your soulful voice echoing through my mind. Calm whispers of the wind, crashing along the sea, calming my every nerve. You are the air in my lungs and the words I speak. You are my...
