1.13 am

Wretched, wretched,

I am, such a wretched wretched girl

And I don’t have anyone to show the ugliness to. To relieve me of the burden of carrying it alone

Ugliness that scowl

Happiness ill gained and at the expense

No matter how slight subtle that manipulation.

 

Tears haltingly flow chokes in spasms

And exhausted unpeaceful quietitude

Times when death and unfeeling seems like the definite cure

 

10.03.2016

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