be the anchor that pulls me
out of my drowning sorrows
be the ground that paves way
for me to search for the unthinkable
be the ribcage that supports my
heart and keeps it trapped in your grasp
be the insanity that scorches my mind
but gives me the push to live
be the sunlight that strains my eyes
into waking,
and the darkness that
envelops me into slumber
be mine
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t h e b r o k e n o n e s
currently writing an essay for bio that's due tonight 😫 pls don't be like me and do things last minute kiddos !
let me be ur reminder to drink water and eat today <3 stay safe my luvs
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sour hearts catered by hopeful souls | editing!
Poetryshe was a burned soul; inflamed by your euphoric lies believing that if she never told, she'd forget your soundless goodbye ▪▪ - LITTLE TO NO EDITING, FEEL FREE TO LEAVE GRAMMAR CORRECTIONS - | lowercase & no periods intended |
