Nov 2016
Sew my lips shut
To keep in all the sensations I exhale
Every aching sip of sadness
OR* tangy bout of rage
They are my art
And without them, I am nothing
To keep in all the sensations I exhale
Every aching sip of sadness
OR* tangy bout of rage
They are my art
And without them, I am nothing
(25/F/Colorado)
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