♡ 17 ♡ fem ♡ she/her ♡ poetry enthusiast with a lot of thoughts ♡ leftist ♡ "my baby never fret none about what my hands and my body done. if the lord don't forgive me, i still have my baby and my babe would have me" ♡ "show me a word that rhymes with pavement and i won't kill your parents and roast them on a spit" ♡ "life in the background, up and down the mountain, then it's back to the flat ground, hold me while i'm drowing" ♡ "now i get up around whenever, i used to get up on time- but that old man, he's a real motherfucker gonna kick him on down the line" ♡
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Dec 16, 2019 01:32AM
my body is rotting in a crack house and i'm just a ghost with internet access and depressionView all Conversations
Story by becce bellina
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religious poetry by a hyper sensit...
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