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Dec 2024
I hate this game
To stagnate to move
To care-
So why are my eyes leaking?
Why is my throat raw?

What is this?
You’re a moonbeam-
It’s so blinding
So binding

Seep through the cracks of my skin
Gnaw at my veins
My heartbeat slows.
Can you feel it?

Tell me we’re alright?
Written by
s anne  18/F/midwest
(18/F/midwest)   
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