About Bsa
I want to puke up my
nostalgia
and breathe in
different air.
I want to keep down
my small lunches
and take in lungfuls
of your hair.
I want to punch myself in the face
and cry myself to sleep.
I want to puke away my worries
and teach myself to breathe.
Copyright © Ema Kenyon | Year Posted 2017
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