my skin,
it's glass.
rigid and cold.
don't
touch me.
you'll smear the surface.
every caress
leaves a
mark.
every hug
seems to
suffocate me.
but the real truth is
that it doesn't sully me.
i'm the one who taints you.
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penny for your thoughts
Poetryit's hard to explain the incomprehensible and overwhelming emotion, and lack of emotion, that I've been bearing for so long on my own. you can't fathom the inability to move, speak, eat, think, or even see clearly in this time of irregularity. all I...
