can't get enough of the hate
sweet salt is the best trait
knock knock, who's up this late
grim reaper, todays the date
overwhelmed, too much on the plate
condemned to it, call it fate
lock me out, turn out the gate
can't hear you in this state
can't get higher than the murder rate
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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...