I have been walking on a tight rope.
I crawl on my knees to ask you,
If you still mean it.
Say it to me.
That to you,
I am dead.
I keep wondering if my dying heart matters,
Because right now,
It never will.
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The Damning Of My Poet Soul
PoetryAnd all it took was one neat paragraph in pen. Enjoy some small teen me starting from like 2016 to like idk late 2018 I think early2019 I'm doing some rereading and retitling cuz numbers idk Thank you readers for over 4k reads. like is it good tho...
