Tragedies written on scars, — love words spilled all over my thoughts, — hey mother, will I go on for more than a year, or will I be forever 15 drowned in tears?
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existence within earth
PoetryPoetry in words of a mess, written throughout years of my teenage angst that continues. "Shall wisdom and hell be spoken when my ink turns into blood"
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Tragedies written on scars, — love words spilled all over my thoughts, — hey mother, will I go on for more than a year, or will I be forever 15 drowned in tears?
