[February 1st, 2014]
Excuse me collarbones;
today I went to the bathroom with my hair tied up.
Nobody noticed. Only me.
I tried to discard of the poison-riddled contents in my stomach,
but it didn’t work.
Nothing ever does.
I left the bathroom with my hair down,
shielding the tears in my eyes.
It’s never enough.
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collarbones
Teen FictionIt's an endless search for something that even the sharpest eyes cannot see. [Beautiful cover made by rigor_samsa.]
