Poetry

Um...
I'm writing poetry! Yay...

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2. Roses

Suffocating air pushes

against my chest and 

I

can't

breathe.

My knees are on the ground, 

my body convulsing,

and

I'm begging

pleading

crying, 

for someone

to take

this

all

away.

Within minutes,

broken promises are written on my arms,

written in the color of roses.

 

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