#WritcoPoemPrompt78


I picked it up.
Tears continues to flow
I picked it up.
A combination of happiness and sorrow.
I picked it up.
My hands moves on it's own
I picked it up.
Creating a wound deeper than my words.
I picked it up.
It hurts more than what I thought.
I picked it up.
A smile, despite my wounds
I picked it up.
and my head flooded with thoughts.

and I know that since I picked it up.
I have already let myself go.
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