Some days I suppress the darkest of sins,
knuckles cracking I hold my tainted breath
and count to ten and ten again as I am consumed
with hatred. For I hate the way you breathe.
All in and out in that constant rhythm.
Karen Hayward ©2016
Some days I suppress the darkest of sins,
knuckles cracking I hold my tainted breath
and count to ten and ten again as I am consumed
with hatred. For I hate the way you breathe.
All in and out in that constant rhythm.
Karen Hayward ©2016
Ohh, I’ve been there. Can so relate and so well stated! ❤️
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