I stand here breathing-
Body made of screws and wires
My lungs are filled with fire
I can not breath
As easily as you or they
The pain, they say, will go away
But just come back another day
Body made of screws and wires
My eyes lids drop, they grow to tire
Stuck in this endless mess of screws and wires
When shall I expire?
- In my head
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Stories by MochiHope
- 3 Published Stories
Droplets of Blood
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"Its words were simple, but I knew she would understand. I will never leave you."
Each day Kia visi...
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Christmas Secret
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Christmas Writing Promt- Raccons learning the meaning of Christmas
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Short Stories
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Just a collection of my short stories
*Warning- A lot of these are pretty dark, so don't read if you don't li...