My mind is a haunted place
no matter how far I run
I cannot seem to escape
the ghosts of my past
they are always there
reminding me
why I am not worthy to be loved
- how does one argue with a ghost?
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Oblivion
PoetrySome people are like black holes - loving them is oblivion Isn't it scary how much damage one person can do? This is for the one who broke me. This is me trying to put the pieces back together. Healing through poetry. #tsc22 . . A collection of my p...
