• theveiledpoetess 14w

    You and I
    We're hiding
    behind these verses

    We accentuate our aches
    glorify our battles
    Sing songs
    of struggles n' sacrifices

    We slit our wrists
    Tear our wounds
    Create paintings
    of blood n' pain

    How shallow we are
    How vile we are

    We call ourselves
    Writers.
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