Soul, Poem by sara sbriglio
Soul,
all this feels so strange and fake, but iwont waste another minute without you, my bones ached, my skin feels cold and i'm getting so tired, the anger swells in my gut and i wont feel these slices and cuts, take my hand knot your fingers through mine and we'll walk from this dark room for the last time, every minuite from this minuite on we can do what we want any where
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5/4/2024 9:41:46 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Dark and brooding words. It flows very nicely. It appeals very much to my gothic side for some reason.10.