Poetry
Holding back
Caught me by my wrist, held it tight, a halt from climbing up those stairs, that felt like eternity. Watched me stand and stare, as
Caught me by my wrist, held it tight, a halt from climbing up those stairs, that felt like eternity. Watched me stand and stare, as
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Until you let go of what hurts you,
screaming won’t ease the pain.
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The Walls We Build: “There is loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of
I’m skilled at bottling up my feelings but I’ll burst if you shake me. one pull at a loose thread and I come apart at