CG (19 04 1984 / Romania)


My heart is pulsing lava
thick burning pain through my veins

I woke up to the hurting
like waking up to a headache

sleep leaves your body
each second you're less numb

and it becomes more real
with every pulsing beat..

they said it gets better in the morning...
which morning?

by Cristina Geanta

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