DISCLAIMER: This piece discusses depression, suicide, and life as a sex worker.
A pain so deep, it spills over onto others.
And they toss me some rope, I contemplate as I watch it dangle.
I contemplate as I watch it dangle.
Maybe it could help..
Or maybe I prefer the despair! !
Spread open on the ground, where I don’t have to balance…
I hold together like honey and
my evil spreads like smoke
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