My nugga died
Was it a homicide
Or a harm of pride
A pain like knife in your side
I hum inside
Resisting the urge to cry
Wanna purge, the hurt, and so I'm high
I fear I feel outloud
I howl at the moon like a hound
Everyday seems to sprain
Raking in my brain
All these leaves
Tugging on the weeds
My reasoning's oblique
These vultures hammering beaks at me
Let me be
Let me balloon, set me free
Cause gravity feels like the devil's grabbing me
One step closer to getting over
One step closer to falling over, borderline.
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Author:
June Winter (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 7th, 2022 05:10
- Category: Reflection
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