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the sickness that is grief by jessica (moonan) davies

By jessica moonan daviesPublished about a year ago 1 min read
veins
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Veins

Take my energy. Take my rage. Take that godforsaken rot out of my veins.

I have been cursed, dear

It holds me down. I cannot move. I cannot swim.

So, please. I am begging you. Take this darkness. Take my pain. Take my godforsaken rotten veins.

sad poetryperformance poetry

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jessica moonan davies

in a world of my own🐇

20.

obsessed with alice in wonderland, remus lupin, space, and anything mythical or gothic

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