Jan 2021
Beseeching words
genuinely rooted from
the wounded, rotten heart
whispering
to the cold, thin air of
"I have nothing left to say---"
genuinely rooted from
the wounded, rotten heart
whispering
to the cold, thin air of
"I have nothing left to say---"
Thank you for putting up with me, dear self. For teaching me to make peace with my demon; not to get rid of it.
(27/Gender Nonconforming/Jakarta)
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