Delicate Wrists
I don't want to admit I'm losing the battle Everyday things Pointless My stomach growls My mind aches for rest I've never noticed How delicate my wrists are They say your life flashes before your eyes Just before you die I hope this isn't true. I don't want to remember I. want. to. forget.
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