write as it comes to you
oh little lady with lots of hair
fingers hitting keyboards
like raindrops hitting the sidewalk
don't talk, don't filter
just write
write as if there is nothing here for you
write as if there is nothing left for you
but broken glass and ashes
these things have been smashed
broken beautiful things
suits a world of hate
just misunderstood
just holding on, i can't deal with things
right now,
privileged body not used to stress,
not used to pressure,
i will not thrive, i will wilt,
i will falter, i will survive
my fingers stopp produceding
i misspell words like first graders
i don't givee a damn about munctuation
just trying barely getting my pessage across
p's turn into m's
and ps is an after thought
just like my compassion
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