perhaps, just perhaps,
we can get through all of this,
once again, together,
in the next life,
where no one is there
to take us away
from each other,
yeah?
james arthur-
empty space
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Unsettled Emotions
Poetryjust some thoughts that keep you awake at ungodly hours. -either its too relatable or it doesnt make any sense at all. thats it. no in between whatsoever. # tw // self-harm (alive) # M for language use
