i dont feel bitter anymore,
but the wound still bleeds quite often;
seeping reminders into my clothes, painting me with somber pigments long forgotten in my deadened pallor.
Sep 6, 2021
Sep 6, 2021 at 1:00 AM UTC
i dont feel bitter anymore,
but the wound still bleeds quite often;
seeping reminders into my clothes, painting me with somber pigments long forgotten in my deadened pallor.
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