Sep 2020
years of being ignored
she swallowed her words
they piled up in her pit
and turned to poison
she wished she was a snake
the kind who could spit
and dissolve anyone
in her way
she swallowed her words
they piled up in her pit
and turned to poison
she wished she was a snake
the kind who could spit
and dissolve anyone
in her way
(55/M/Harrisburg, PA)
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