THIS ISN'T MY POEMs AND I DIDN'T MAKE them.I found tem on tiktok and thought that they were lovely poems to be share since others could relate.
And as i hear my bones crack, i feel the warmth and tightness of the hug i always wanted. even though i am hurting, at least i amĀ
You hunted the shiny things. The tin, the silver. The gold. And so, enamored you were with the glint off my fangs... You failed to consider; all that glitters is not gold.
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