I want you off of me
like a pimple on my chin,
I will squeeze you
until you don't exist to me.
it will hurt,
and it'll leave a scar,
but scars are reminders
of everything I've been through,
and I will be rid of you.
forever.
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All The Things I Want To Say But Can't
PoesiaA bunch of poems I wish I could let others read, but can't.
