humbleness
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I see death taking a toll on my shoulders
The darkness overflows and my flesh starts to feel colder
I can feel myself fade away
I notice that everything around me remains the same
Mother tells me she loves me
But I think she loves my sister the most.
It’s pretty obvious, from the way
Brokenness is crumbling, cracked blue
It sounds like pottery carelessly shattered on tiled floors.
It smells like a dry, humid summer day.
