everything is locked away
muffled
and i can't find the key
no matter how many times i smash the lock with my fists
it stays locked
'please'
i talk to it as if it's responsive
'i just want to feel something'
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cigarettes and sunsets
Poeziea collection of poems filled with love, heartbreak and tragedy. the world has a bad habit of keeping serious things locked away in order to maintain happiness, I desire to search for these hidden things and let them be found. illustrations by Robyn...
