17.10.23
I hate when people who never tasted the main meal continuously offer proposals on the best sides to pair
I don't care how pure your intentions are
If you haven't had a seat at depression's feast, surviving its poison or curling up in pain at the table's feet
Don't tell me what to or not to feel, do me a solid and let your lips be still
~RC
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Poetry365 days of poetry A/N This is a continuation because Wattpad has a 200 chapter limit on books and the year has 365 days.
