Humble beginnings
As if a night in cleanses your sins
Humble evenings
they brag
while not enough
are being had
✂
short term pleasure
long term pain
indulging in suffering.
~
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Comments (1)
short term pleasure long term pain indulging in suffering. Gosh, these lines hit me so hard. It's the brutal truth. Loved your poem and photo!