A constant battle of 'I care' and 'I don't care'. The more I am disappointed, the more I don't care. The issue is, when I'm shown the bare minimum, a little hope returns. But I think I'm done with that now. The bare minimum no longer excites me. I think I've begun to truly grow and evolve.
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Spilled Milk
PoetryA collection of poems and diary entries from a brilliant yet troubled mind and a passionately pumping & bleeding, hurting & healing heart.
