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 Postponed. By themischievousanna1 month ago Serial Killer Self Care. By themischievousanna2 months ago Perpetually Flooding. By themischievousanna2 months ago 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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