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Succumber
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closet boxes 2002 When the pain does finally wash away
will tears still find a home
will my walls still be in pieces
I don't want to be alone.
I've found weariness in feeling
but I can not hate this pain
ironic when I pull the plug
and it all goes down the drain.
Time still tightly holds me
while I sit here and contemplate
how much longer I can live
when i've succumbered to this state.
u r a mouse
MOUSE?
but yeah good poem
keepin it short tho
i am a mile from the key board and baby is wiggling
oh how tuff it is to wake up
ash
Much Love
Ashley