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Writer's pictureAlixx Black

Escapril Day 30: even now, after everything?

This is a poem.

At least, I think it is?

It doesn’t have a form,

But who gives a shit?

I will never run out of words

I’ll never stop sharing truths.

Writing is my hearth

It lets me self-soothe.

Sometimes I ask myself how

After everything, all this time,

I can still let everything out

But doing this helps me sleep at night.



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