Don't you see, nothing is the same.
I prepared myself to walk into the same life, if must be... but God I was fooling myself.
I miss when we were either afraid or following a trend of self harm but the days grew longer and so did our wounds
Wasn't life, grand? Full of happiness? And peace? Before I gained a taste for drama and pain. Pain of I, pain of the.
How do I explain how sorrowful life became, years later. Post-war almost
Maybe if my life hadn't took a dive in the deepest part of my life, I guess I probably wouldn't of learned how everything changes... nothing stays, maybe that mindset it some trauma response... because sure as hell this past year was traumatic... or maybe did I gain this mindset as some sort of manifestation, because obviously despite what I say something is incorrect no matter what.
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This sucks, my writing kept getting interrupted... I'm in school... and I kept blanking out!! But like pretty much obviously I've had a lot of inspiration lately so yeah! But bye now
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Blood Rose || A Collection Of my Poetry: Pt. 2
PoesieA whole bunch of my poems since like 2021 also the reason its considered mature is because most of the poems are very deep and/or triggering yes I did copy and paste the description from rose thorns but changed the year (Quick thingy the series migh...
