Sup, I feel like I'm either high or crying and there's no inbetween
Okay, breakdown:
I'm not a poet, I'm a fraud, but that's okay.
Anyways, come for the blunt honestly, stay for the chaos
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Story by Vee
In the quiet hours |poetry|
Poetry to heal.
And poetry to breathe.
It's words for all those moments of in-between
When you can't breathe...
