The insults hurled, I can no longer feel,
for those who've been stabbed a thousand times
cease to perceive the sting of a papercut
with no true weight behind it.
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Ghostwriter
PoetryLiving with mental illness can oftentimes trap one within the inner maze of their mind. In that place, dreams, fears, wishes, and regrets all compile together to create a new world far from the one we physically exist in. At times, it becomes easy t...
may my skin be my armor
The insults hurled, I can no longer feel,
for those who've been stabbed a thousand times
cease to perceive the sting of a papercut
with no true weight behind it.
