everytime i look at the moon
i think of how beautiful you are
everytime i look at the sun
i think of how hot you are
everytime i see my shitty parents
i think of you comforting me
everytime i hear the dreaded words
i think of how much ive said it
before bonds were broken
everytime
it goes back to you.
Thank you.
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I'll Be Fine (pt. 1 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife apparently wattpad limits the number of parts you can have, so I'm s...