in the ground, we lay,
still, the world is clear at day.
maybe someone will finally say what kept their tears at bay.
for surely our death still lingers -
- it hasn't yet slipped through their fingers.
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a/n
i litterally just scribbled this onto my arm with a brown yellow sharpie. i like it though. why. why am i like this.
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the Angry Girl
Poetrysome things are better off unsaid but they were tossed in my head so i decided to scream. Original content. Lowercase intended throughout the book. Previously titled "Tossed Thoughts". Highest Rank: 4 in Poem, Poetry
