there is the feeling of a pin poking my ribs and puncturing my lungs all day long as i always figure it out when midnight rolls around, it is the sorrow that sits in my stomach.
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100 Things I Need to say
Poetry100 things i've kept bottled up inside for far too long.
Number Five
there is the feeling of a pin poking my ribs and puncturing my lungs all day long as i always figure it out when midnight rolls around, it is the sorrow that sits in my stomach.
