12 March 2019

Lingering.

 your past will always follow you.

tighter and tighter it truly suffocates.
the dull blade of yesterday
endlessly scratching at my thoughts
desperately trying to wiggle its way in
and although though my fortress is now strong
it still leaves a mark.



- charlie.

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