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poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.

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The end had eaten my eyes from feeling any fight,All soldiers poisenedAwaiting their own gravesI had already began diggingWrote letters to lovers to tell them that the end had looted meThen, just as I opened my arms up to embrace my fate,I fell into deep watersThe vast ocean sucked me in, as if my Protectors […]