Feeling chest heave
Not to cry in public
I sometimes hate
How emotional I am
Those words spat
A thousand daggers
Why am I so
sensitive?
Fresh, frosted chocolate
Plate of dozen doughnuts
Fat.
Catastrophic crosshatch
More red marks than pencil
I’ll never pass.
Avoiding line of sight
Two souls elapsing.
When?
Thinking and breathing
a task sometimes overbearing
Because...
Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 9:47 PM UTC
Feeling chest heave
Not to cry in public
I sometimes hate
How emotional I am
Those words spat
A thousand daggers
Why am I so
sensitive?
Fresh, frosted chocolate
Plate of dozen doughnuts
Fat.
Catastrophic crosshatch
More red marks than pencil
I’ll never pass.
Avoiding line of sight
Two souls elapsing.
When?
Thinking and breathing
a task sometimes overbearing
Because...
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