Coming away

I might be in the right train But sat in its opposite direction I get a tummy ache Overstep this boundary And you’ve missed your stop How dare you cross where i exhale When i’m drawing circles around you What if every breath is a failed attempt For an end not yet earned Where does... Continue Reading →

I might be in the right train But sat in its opposite direction I get a tummy ache Overstep this boundary And you’ve missed your stop How dare you cross where i exhale When i’m drawing circles around you What if every breath is a failed attempt For an end not yet earned Where does... Continue Reading →

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