If I asked
Would there be anybody to follow me
To the ends of the earth
Or at least whatever lies in betweenI never wanted
The soul of my love to hurt
But I'm afraid
I may not be here for much longerPlease move
On my heel as I take these steps
Further down
Into my traumas and discrepanciesThere's nobody
To hold my hand, heart, or head
As I fall
Into what may be the end
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The Poetry Collection [Editing]
PoetryA soulful recollection and philosophies on life from a young, femme, punk poet. Poems ranging from when I was still in school, moving out, exploring the world for the first time, moving through the years, until now, being an independent artist and b...