Look around misty. Tell me, who's really here? No one right? No one is around when your sitting here shedding tears.
Everyone will leave you at one point, no one will stay forever. Your own mother even left you stranded here all alone in the dark, so who's to say that no one will do the same?
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Poetry
PoetrySo in here you will find poetry of this awkward human being. It's mostly about pain and broken families