May 2019
i was fine,
i was breathing,
but dying inside,
suffocating in an open field,
trapped in my own body
unable to set free.
i was like that.
i was breathing,
but dying inside,
suffocating in an open field,
trapped in my own body
unable to set free.
i was like that.
your past self
Written by
purple heart
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