after being sober for a bit i remembered why i did the things i did
destroyed myself the way i had
filled myself in endless sips
there is no luck
shutting this mind
there is no point
owning this heart.
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tu ángel de la guarda (your guardian angel)
Poetrya collection of poetry in english and spanish about adolescent love, despair, and feelings of hopelessness. these excerpts are from over the past couple years and have been created through the experiences of being young and embarking self-discovery...
