This love is empty
Hands tied and mouth gagged
This love is drowning
Lungs full from screaming
This love is a beating
Bruises yellow and blue
This love is torture
But I’d take it all for you.
#9
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I am at the tail-end of my thirties, starting afresh as a singleton, moving into my own place by myself for the first time in my life, all while navigating life after lockdowns and living with Borderline Personality Disorder. This blog will be my journal. Some little bits about me to get you started. I love Godzilla, pizza, animals (except frogs), reading and vodka. View all posts by Abominable Bell Blog
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