Relief!
Relief!
I can be free!
No worries
No problems
I feel like I can fly!
With guilt and dismay
Dripping off like dead weight
Relief!
Relief!
I can now live free!
Now I just have to get rid of this sense of dread expanding into a nightmare
Twisting and turning
Rotting and bloating
Molding into what might eventually kill me
But it's over!
or is it?
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
constantly blooming.
Thơ ca'i will never stop blooming, like an eternal rose of flame... i may have my times of smolder and small sparks, but i will always become a huge inferno in the end... and nothing can stop me.' Collection of poetry and prose between the ages of 10-15...
