Is so heartbreaking to hear from the people that I love the most that my being,
my soul
is poisonous,
that it is an epidemic,
that is a deceased medical condition.
But hey maybe it is,
maybe I was born with a beautiful incurable rainbow blood sickness.
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PoetryMy mind is like a poisoned apple. From a simple glance, everything seems fine. But once you taste it, it becomes a whole different story. . . . Highest Ranking: [#66 in Poetry]
