{breathe}.

{breathe}.

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words scratched on the raw walls of my throat/ poems litter my body/ lyrics float in my head/ i want them out/ i want them out/ i want them out/
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Medicine

Cutting open my heart to pour out how I feel. It comes down in floods of blood as words scatter on the floor in a jumbled mess or a pathetic attempt to explain my feelings. A book filled with all of my poetry. Enjoy the somewhat dark and somewhat light hearted rhyming poems that I have written.

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