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So they told you things They wrote on my arms with dark inked Sharpies And you only used water to wipe them away You splashed but, why not try? Co..

it's silly xD and isn't *actually* about tree sap.

You were a fork in the road And I just had to choose where to go You were always under my feet With gray touched clouds in the sky So cold in wint..

You said I couldn't move on, but I'm doing it anyway.

venting.

you’ve got words on your skin they say you’ve got words on your skin because you are alone you can be told otherwise you can hear wor..

it's short. It probably isn't prose, but it's not a story. Just read.

you've imprinted my mind and my muse is so afraid of you... because you just take everything away.

just a little nothing poem comparing someone to bathwater...

I'll always be...right here.