Nov 2017
it isn't until you let go
that you notice the blood
dropping from your palms
it isn't until you look down
that you notice how close
you are to the bottom
it isn't until I distanced myself
that I realized you were
slowly killing me
Written by
sofia  15/F/Camp Half-Blood
(15/F/Camp Half-Blood)   
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