Why are we so cautious in every situation? Why don't we take risks? It doesn't make sense.
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All rights reserved. They say to let go of anger - but it's baked in my bones. Nothing but a vessel for The Devil himself... Prompt word “leather” It was a girl who lost the war. War against herself.
Does it always pour this much?
In the middle of the woods the sound of footsteps can be heard. Red cheeks with blue eyes , blonde hair kissed by the moonlight, the little girl searches around. Her small hands touches the cold ... Your thoughts as a skull on a siren’s belt. #1 in 2nd person series. Here's to the wind that swept you away, here's to crumbling, wet wood
I am coming home... I am coming home...
Warning, this poem does talk about some sensitive subjects. If you are easily triggered by eating disorders, please do not read. Thank you.