I’m alive
My fingers caked in dirt.
I can’t remember
Why my lungs still hurt.
The sky is gray
But still burns my bloodshot eyes.
I think I’ve lost something
But I can’t decide.
Was I lost?
My Continue reading
I’m alive
My fingers caked in dirt.
I can’t remember
Why my lungs still hurt.
The sky is gray
But still burns my bloodshot eyes.
I think I’ve lost something
But I can’t decide.
Was I lost?
My Continue reading
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