i find myself wearing a seatbelt on
most days i want crash
i suppose there is a part of me that does not want to lose control just yet.
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noceur
PoetryIf you were about to leave this planet, what would you say, and who would you say it to? In this book of my poems, that I wrote almost exclusively in the young hours of days when insomnia ruled my life. This is how I speak my truth. If I were about...
not ready to let go
i find myself wearing a seatbelt on
most days i want crash
i suppose there is a part of me that does not want to lose control just yet.
