my keyboard is a minefield. my mind is broken glass. when my body bursts apart, the shards catch light and look like blinking stars.
( 1 year of poetry )
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my keyboard is a minefield. my mind is broken glass. when my body bursts apart, the shards catch light and look like blinking stars.
( 1 year of poetry )
I've always hated the saying "Time heals all wounds." Maybe in most cases that may be true. In my experience with life and pain however, time has only ever bled out the wound. The scars that the woun...