"It isn't until we are falling, I think, that we realize just how high we once were."
a poetry collection reflecting on the fall, written while falling.
completed
There are days when people ask about you and I Deny knowing what they are talking about. I Wear turtlenecks to hide all the bruises you left and I Take sanitised wipes to clean the dirty images of you off my mind.
Days have been spent trying to erase the evidence But they always seem to know I am lying. It must be because murder is hard to cover-up When the dead body is still surviving.
Evidence
Author's Note
This dedication pretty much HAS to go to _universum because of all the love they've been giving this book. Wow. Not only was I spammed with comments and votes (you guys know I love that) but everything they said was so heartfelt and I smiled while reading it all. Thank you for your support! If you also want a dedication all you have to do is vote and comment!
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