ThirstA Poem by Anonymous
Every moment I posses
with you, I swallow and process the pain of words you never said, the facts you didn't deny What did I want, a conversation? What did I get? Bitterness. sadness. Disappointment. Emptiness. Frustration. Fog. F**k. © 2016 AnonymousReviews
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