Sep 2014
my soul is withered
without a home.
my body has become tired,
restless without bones.
I no longer live
because there is no reason
to breath.
waking up each morning
in a drunken dream.
without a home.
my body has become tired,
restless without bones.
I no longer live
because there is no reason
to breath.
waking up each morning
in a drunken dream.
I wish I knew how to live.
(30/F/Portland)
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