Every time I think about you.
I want to forget these thoughts of you.
Forget that I exist.
To forget you and myself.
To die, to hang myself, to burn.
It's so much fun to forget everything.
Burning with grief sounds romantic.
It's romantic to forget everything and walk away.
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My universe-Poems.
PoetryHumans is so clever that he deceives himself under the influence of feelings. Feelings are good, but you have to keep a balance, otherwise you will lose control over everything.
