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fustypetals
Poems
May 2020
help me
scratch my fingers
until it turns red
clenched my fist
till it left a crescent mark
hold my words
till my throat hurts
I'm tired,
keeping all this feelings on my own
living in fears
being scared of everything
I just want it to be over.
/f.r/
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