Are you just standing there? Waiting for a time to feel alive? Do you feel the echoes of failures past? Like thick chains of iron holding you back. Do you not feel the rage? The closing of doors. The people shutting you out when you deserve a chance. No. Not today. Today you will not... Continue Reading →
Why do you get quiet when things get real? Only speak with crimson poison on your lips. You speak no evil but cover your ears. Leaving both of us blind and waiting for the smoke to clear. Ash to ash. This silent killer leaves us both mute. Header Photo Credit to Pexels.comhttps://www.pexels.com/photo/shallow-focus-photo-of-blonde-haired-woman-580631/
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