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endorphin
i am my own virus
shotgun in my mouth
i can't talk
these words are spit together
in no particular order
it's pathetic
poetry is a coward's suicide
no endorphins for me
we are all we are
the sun is a planet on fire
but there is no oxygen in space
Very dark, but I loved it. Good word choices. I liked this one alot.
I like the way you put this all together
keep writing
-Leah