Poems from lapetiteplante
Curled in a ball sadness punching me in the throat like a bad street fightI consider why do I resort to this same position ...
It's hard to think that I was addictedto something so pure like loveor maybe even lustbut that momentwhen you rushed inside...
2 years of battling depression are buried in her chest
Overwhelming anxiety is tattoed on her skin
She tries to numb the ache
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