Fear
Reality is one adversary I do not wish to face.
Inside its cold embrace, fully exposed, I stand alone.
Consumed by the fear of expression.
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Drunk
Remember how I used to sit with you
On a bathroom floor rotted through
By excrement just to make sure that
You didn’t stop breathing during the
Night?
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(I did manage to scrounge up some really old poems from high school, I only wrote like 2 poems in junior high and one is already in the comments section the other was about drowning but I can’t remember it. I tended to write very short poems. I decided not to edit them they are honest if nothing else.)
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