_
~ rewind, replay,
regret, repeat. ~
I stop on this
crafty bridge of time,
scraping my nails
against
the rails of reasons
piercing my gut,
scarring
my already
withered psyche,
clouding my
tarnished mind,
clawing at my
distorted reality,
excruciatingly;
questioning
my existence ._
Today it changes.
May 29, 2020
May 29, 2020 at 11:54 AM UTC
_
~ rewind, replay,
regret, repeat. ~
I stop on this
crafty bridge of time,
scraping my nails
against
the rails of reasons
piercing my gut,
scarring
my already
withered psyche,
clouding my
tarnished mind,
clawing at my
distorted reality,
excruciatingly;
questioning
my existence ._
Today it changes.
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