Poems from Clairethepear

How  am I supposed to focus on all the good in life when I am ever so  Numb  like the scars on my wrist, the ones that never made it past...
Addicted to organization  through words, throughout your thoughts  Addicted " to a certain kind of sadness"  within your fears and your...
Could you imagine one day waking up and falling Down Down Down  For no reason at all? Waking up and feeling as though the world has turned...

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