gore

Mon, 04/03/2017 - 23:04 -- Andie

it's 11:58 and i can't sleep, glitter is coming out of my eyes and it's cutting them open

 

my ears are dripping beeswax in some dumb attempt to block it out 

 

im alone, so alone

This poem is about: 
Me

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