Poems from emmuh

5am. Irish cream. Did I really wake up, or was it just a dream? Did I really heal? Did you or did you not help me? Is this really ending?...
Airplane Airflight First time Lips white Passout Fly high Don't look Bird's sight
We're all fucking alone and I hate being reminded of it.   Leave me And then come back showing me pictures and videos of you without me...
Tissues and booze make me happier than you do.   My feelings, so delicate Actually shared was treated like shit.   Thought I was healed -...
I don't understand what it feel like for someone close to die.   I can sympathize. I am unable to empathize.   My hand is held out; I love...

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