My entire life can be summarised by someone walking in,
Screwing me over,
And leaving the door wide open for the next person.
Everyone talks about open doors and new opportunities like it's a good thing,
But not for me.
It's and endless cycle,
And for once it would be nice if the door was shut,
That way I have a choice of who I let in.
But when I'm with you,
I feel that door slowly start to close.
-JRR
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Dying Song (poetry)
Poetryjust some stuff I made. !TW! Contains vague talk of SH, suicide, ED and general mental illness. -JRR
