We're meant to embrace
pain.
Sometimes, ancestrally,
we are insane.
Some can't wait to burn in hell.
Some just want to feel the pain.
Even if it's with a cost.
But we don't care because,
we've already lost.
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Maeve's Poetry
PuisiThis is a bundle of my poems. Yes, those I write too. Feedback is always allowed! These poems may not be pretty, and some may be. These poems are the plump heart to darkness and light. Red, and grim, but still beating, and now in your hand, I give y...
