Notes from my Diary, Revised
Lindsay Wheeler Lindsay Wheeler

Notes from my Diary, Revised

I deserve every drop of poison I am fed, and my shield of indifference does not reflect how I crumble inside like stale bread. The butter substitute I am given at home does not piece me back together, and I am left a beating void.

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Lethal
Lindsay Wheeler Lindsay Wheeler

Lethal

Came up from the ground a lethal weed

so they'd watch their garden become my paradise

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