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Everything always becomes a land mind in your mind,
you're always stuck between being blown up
and being left behind.
and I enjoy true crime,
except when it's my own life,
kidnapped inside your diatribes,
no wonder you don't have a bright side
it's too gray in here for sunlight.
About the Creator
Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
My Poetry Collection DEMORTALIZING is out now!!!: https://a.co/d/5fqwmEb
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