My fears, My demons and my insecurities all stepping up to the plate. All of them have been in the batting cages and im the ball, being thrown over and over. As if my own feelings are the reason I'm holding my self together. I wish I could help myself but the way I'm drowning in my own monsters
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PoetryHello, I don't write to inform you or to show you my life story. I write to show that you can move on from the past and let go. The only way you can move on it is to forgive yourself and the people who have hurt your soul. I write for the damaged, t...
