How dare I act lonely when I am the reason I have no one I push everyone away when things get bad then I go and cry to my mom about having no one. How dare I complain when I am the reason I'm here how dare I crave pity when I was the one who fucked up.
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The live's I've lived
PoetryThis is a collection of poems and pieces of writing. That I have written over the last 2 years of my life. I've never been one to actually live. To take the risk. A lot of the things I have written are about things that have happened in my head. Or...
