The way my mind decides to work
Is a teasing cruel pain
Taking things from outside space
Cause I can't feel the same
I cry to tear your world apart
And always get my way
What I can't comprehend is that
I hate myself today
The way his brain decides to work
Tears my world apart
Then puts it all back where it was
With one hole in my heart
He'll put me down and pull me back
With all the kindest knives
Now I came to see the chain;
Love's its own disguise
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Ode to Life
PoesíaIt's chaos to figure out how to live. To love yourself, to love others, to create, to destroy. It's just life. But maybe... just life isn't a bad thing? You can't have good without the ugly. This has all my poems combined, this'll be my only poetry...
