looking through my memories
fallin into jealousy
how can i miss you when you're really just my enemy?
breakin apart but i gotta hold my legacy
i dont wanna die, i know thats not my destiny
scared to open up
scared to really feel
afraid of my own mind
i dont know if i will heal
i wish this ended when i woke up
whyd i look through memories?
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I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 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
