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a poem i wrote as someone who doesn't write poems
Category: Writing and Poetry
blood, blood spilling onto my sheets and onto my hands left at home, all alone, oh god i should've known time has stopped the worlds fading darkness reaching from the hall sprouting eyes scream from my walls screaming, screaming, help me please i know its a lie its all in my head reaching for something to banish this dread and so my cry was answered » Continue Reading