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Bottom feeder


Your lies go on and on

Truth is unbecoming of you

How do you sleep at night?

Do your dreams haunt you?

Stuck between two rocks

Rocks sink

You will drown underneath

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Published by: her mourning coffee

Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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