her fingers stuck to the tendrils of his skin cells. It was moments like these where she refused to let go. there was a space, so warm and comforting that she couldn't get anywhere else, sending a bulk of knots that stripped her of her sanity. how can she think when the moment he entered her life he pricked her brain, drawing out every single inch of her into the surface?
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Screaming Into The Void
Poésie#1 in poetry :) #1 in free verse :) Have you ever felt like it was the end? Like today was just a bad day? That no matter how many times you believe that something can happen that it just might not? That no one gives a damn at all? That all you do...
