Oct 2016
They might have boiled in my stomach.
They might have clawed up my throat.
They might have dripped from my eyes.
But now, they're just something that I wrote.
They might have clawed up my throat.
They might have dripped from my eyes.
But now, they're just something that I wrote.
Sometimes you just have to write it.
Then let it go.
Then let it go.
