The little poisons creep in so quietly that we can’t feel the death. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Print (Opens in new window) Print Like Loading... Related 2 Comments Interesting haiku! It can be interpreted in so many ways, especially in the way little setbacks in life can accumulate inside you, killing you slowly… But only if you let them… Reply Thank you 🙂 Reply Leave a reply to anumshafique Cancel reply Δ Post navigation Previous Previous post: Faith in the bonesNext Next post: Evening Elation
Interesting haiku! It can be interpreted in so many ways, especially in the way little setbacks in life can accumulate inside you, killing you slowly… But only if you let them… Reply
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Interesting haiku! It can be interpreted in so many ways, especially in the way little setbacks in life can accumulate inside you, killing you slowly… But only if you let them…
Thank you 🙂