To Be A Burden. By themischievousannaApril 26, 2015 Am stranded among the gory, Ignoring to destroying the story. Melted medicated laid bare sighed, Danger Danger feeling farther inside. Obfuscated drawn to open air, Bound to suffer boundless care. Advertisements Share this:Share on TumblrTweetMoreEmailPrintPocketLike this:Like Loading... Categories: Art, PoetryTags: anxiety, art, artist, Creative Writing, Fiction, fiction&poetry, poems, poetry, Thoughts, writing Related Articles Residual. By themischievousanna2 weeks ago ( 1 ) Fin-gures. By themischievousanna2 weeks ago Shoulders of Legacy. By themischievousannaAugust 29, 2018 Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email.
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