DIRTY ROOTS hastywords / November 8, 2022 Tangled up with roots That no longer hunger Soaking up rust Can’t hold on much longer Heavy and weary The oppression stronger Stuck in the mud Nothing to do but slumber Hold me down so I can’t breath To waste away in my mental bunker Share this:TweetMoreShare on TumblrPocket Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window) Telegram Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading...
This makes my heart ache.
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Mine too 😭
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That old stuck feeling, exactly.
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
HASTY – Stuck
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