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Grasp your chest
With shaky hands
Draw breath
You're fucked
Destitute at best
You're the worst
Think of yourself first
A test
From the Universe
The powers that be
Tell me
Why
Sometimes I run away
Sometimes I stay
And drown in it
I inhale
All you did to me
Let it
Fill my lungs
And pull me under
(that's just
how it goes
I guess)
With shaky hands
Draw breath
You're fucked
Destitute at best
You're the worst
Think of yourself first
A test
From the Universe
The powers that be
Tell me
Why
Sometimes I run away
Sometimes I stay
And drown in it
I inhale
All you did to me
Let it
Fill my lungs
And pull me under
(that's just
how it goes
I guess)
Published 23rd Oct 2019
Author's Note
Memories hit like a brick sometimes....
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30th Jan 2020 6:31pm
Awww sad poem but it's very creative in deep emotions, good job hun keep it up 🤗
