I KnowA Poem by Emmy J.M. Powell
When it comes
I know that last time, it only lasted for a few days But each time that sadness hits, it doesn't feel temporary It does not feel as if it will go away by the weekend The only thing that I know is that I am sad and I know that I will bathe in it until the tub water grows cold
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StatsAuthorEmmy J.M. PowellAbout22 year old hag with frequent mental collapse, a mineral collection, and an addiction to reptiles “And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to.. more..Writing
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