black ink on paper
scratching out lines
-their poems are poetic
why not mine?
black ink on paper
falling tears
they are brave
while I'm full of fears
black ink on paper
my soul laid bare
it is dark and broken
but no one cares
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for all the times you feel like everyone is better than you.
ESTÁ A LER
travels
PoesiaAnd in my travels, I met several people. And they changed my life irrevocably.
