The secret to growing cabbage is the sun.

by Vera Campbell   Nov 7, 2021


Oh how they wonder why I wish to die,
a stupid crime.
They burden me with these words,
how I'm close to breaking.
Like they'd care, like they'd know.
Take away my phone,
my only pathway to home.
Kill me from the inside out.
You'll never know, oh how you've never known.
Burden my name and fill me with claims of treason and betrayer.
Only I shall end you with all the pains you deserve.
A secret made to its name.

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