10.11.23, or things I'm too scared to tell my mom about

Nov 10, 2023 11:29


I don't know how to tell my mom - or my psychiatrist, for what it's worth - that I didn't make it. they paint me stronger than I am. I'm a faded blue tint.
I was born during spring, which translates into autumn in the proper hemisphere. properly speaking, I was born in the beginning of death. I think it makes more sense. I don’t see myself a ( Read more... )

poem, poems, mother, poetry, mothers, emo, writing, angst, grunge

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graveofyou November 14 2023, 03:09:19 UTC

lovelovelove this

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