just keep pumping these poems out of Grime, keep feeding your unlove with menthol and nicotine, until you're pasty white and shaking, soaked to the bones by your own secret terror, wondering when the Day cuts out if Night will be a screaming horror. even worse, knowing catharsis cannot be clung to.
Reason for writing:
sickening realization that nothing is a match for Gods love...even the poems i write to relieve pain...and knowing i feel i cannot even come close to the devasting severity of his love.
Birth sign: Taurus
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