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 TumblrPocketTelegramEmailPrintLike this: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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