after six months im standing here wishing i would have stuck with my freshman year conclusion.
six in the morning and im standing here asking myself how the hell i let it get this far, numerous mental break downs in the last twenty four hours. one of which ending up being the thought process behind my new hair color.
fifteen pounds lost this week because my body rejects the very fuel i put in it.
i can feel the smile slipping
the one i work so hard in keeping
not even my finger tips can save it
im in a nightmare
everything's slow motion and dented
i'm drowning all over again
and i can't help but feel
that there's not a way to stop it.
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Call It What You Want [A Poetry Collection]
Poetry[PUBLISHED WORK AVAILABLE ON AMAZON] This is for the misfits. the heavy hearts. the broken minds and the lost souls. this is for the bruised lovers with tainted skin. the options left behind, not good enough to be put first. this is for the readers...
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