by Clare Harlan | Mar 18, 2019 | Most Recent, Poetry
Home Gallery Poetry General Thoughts Rants Me Broken nails scratch, at broken skin Rough hands grip dangerously tight And her eyes They speak grief, they speak her lovely fear Selfish pleasure directs his movements His forced pleasure is far from pleasurable So she... by Clare Harlan | Mar 18, 2019 | Most Recent, Poetry
Home Gallery Poetry General Thoughts Rants Me This is my suicide letter This goes out to everyone I have ever come into contact with Call it selfish, call it attention seeking But it doesn’t matter anymore Call me a bitch, a cunt, a whore But I’m gone now...
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