thank god
or whoever the fuck you want to thank
or blame
a child of god
in a godless world
destined for divinity
tell that to the man that raped me
to the father that left me
to the boyfriend that beat me
now do you understand why i am so fucking angry
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The Art of Living
Poetryjust thoughts and poems and stuff that get progressively more depressing lol. needed a space to release all this instead of holding it in
