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TheseWingsofDarkness

Published: Mar 19, 2017

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Everything I touch
I hurt

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everyone everything hurt pain touch hurtful hurtpain painful

Despite the poem itself being emotional, it was inspired by something not so emotional. Basically, I hugged someone while wearing headphones around my neck and it pressed against her neck, hurting her (temporarily). But it inspired this more emotional piece.

Just a quick question, do you guys like it when I give you a bit of backstory/the inspiration to a piece? Or do you prefer when I don't say anything about the poem?

Anyway, as always feedback would be appreciated (especially in the form of a comment).