These bridges I built are burning... I put so much work into them and I've had bridges burn before but these ones are different, it feels like they're burning and I'm still standing in the middle. I built these bridges over water knowing if they broke I could swim but looking down now it feels as though all these bridges we're built not over water but over hatred, and everything bad that I have ever encountered. Now I'm plummeting fast into the mess of evil beneath them.
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Poems/depressing Short Stories
Poetrytrigger warning? I never really know where to put these but I think it works in this case. these are just short poems most of them are bad but read if you please.
