One day he rose, off to my spoiled thinking:
I was to be writing feels not drinking.
So, I'm not repetitive; not sad songs-
Calamity myself should not belong.
Legs so strong like conviction would be him.
Revive me from being a ghastly pale wimp.
Why hatred when there is Music from me-
Where everyone is excited for me.
One day he mentioned a million stories,
Wow! I'm not special. Celebratory!
My god, I feel relaxed. I could be me.
The weekend came, lost my middle trophy,
Suppose primary- I like you, Tony.
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Sanity For Two
Poetry"I remember why it's important for me to continue living." A collection of poems and a few short stories mainly about mental illness, suicide, death, abuse, love and friendship. ((SOME TOPICS IN THIS WRITING MIGHT BE TRIGGERING TO SOME READERS, SO...
