🙅
i never did want to
* fight
but my hands held no
* anxiety
gripped around one's neck like death's hold on
* light
tired of these feelings, they're too much a
* variety
i can't fight no more, giving up my
* might
i don't want to be judged but who says i'm an exception from
* society
#julee 🙅
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favorite words
PuisiEach year a new piece of life. To you, their just words. To me, their an escape from society. A drowning sense of reality. Forced to be relevant + entertained. A line of poetry = a beautiful epiphany. A line of poetry = unleashing truth. ~##•.•##~
