Poison ingested,
defenses engaged,
struggle to survive,
turmoil in its wake.
After all that,
I refuse to be among
the walking dead.
I will rise again.
Aug 3, 2019
Aug 3, 2019 at 10:26 PM UTC
Poison ingested,
defenses engaged,
struggle to survive,
turmoil in its wake.
After all that,
I refuse to be among
the walking dead.
I will rise again.
Sometimes people can be so heartless. Sometimes those are the ones we've given our hearts to. Sometimes all we get back is their poison.
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