The fire in my soul has started to die.

I have never been one to eat my words

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My secret?

Oh horrendous Delilah—

(how can I bury a weapon when it is still embedded in my spine?)

⚠️Trigger Warning: The following poem contains subject matter pertaining to suicidal ideation⚠️

“I used to be depressed like you--only it was way worse.”

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⚠️Trigger Warning: The following poem contains subject matter pertaining to substance abuse⚠️

⚠️Trigger Warning: The following poem contains subject matter pertaining to substance abuse⚠️

Would you just fucking stop with the ass-kissing, already?

When the Dionaea Muscipula flowers, the remaining traps wilt

Now—

⚠️Trigger Warning: The following poem contains subject matter pertaining to substance abuse⚠️

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