surrendurepity
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Stricken SickA Poem by surrendurepityMy lips are cut and the alcohol stings them.My throat is dry but filling with blood.I hear no bells nor no one who rings them,As I look to the sky, my.. |
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Trust MeA Poem by surrendurepityOh, what f*****g luck...The self improvementMakes another round.The feeling of tomorrow,Today I wished I'd found.Myself, I'm not struckBy the overwhel.. |
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