stare into space
grip at the air
breathe in the wind
blink at the dust
is what they can see.
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stare into pain,
grip at your sanity,
breathe in your final breath,
blink through the tears
is whats really happening.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
Poetryall of these poems were written by me in my best times and in my worst. i'll let you figure out which poem belongs in which time.
