theres loose shrapnel floating in my mind and I just cant move.
thinking about something too much, i dig the shrapnel in further, deeper.
blood wells up and flows like a river from thought to thought, point to point .
its connect the dots with toxic thoughts
one domino to the next, the first fall being tears
the last fall being me
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Author:
TheImpossibleGirl🍁🤞 (
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- Category: Sad
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