i wanna tear apart my room,
everything i love will be gone.
my floor boards will float,
i'll be walking on air.
posters down,
i dont really care about that stuff anymore.
my room is a reflection of my mind,
i want it empty and bare.
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PoetryFirst few chapters are about this girl then the rest is just my life and me venting. If anyone read this please dont comment shit like "are u ok" or "talk to someone" i really dont need that and i present these problems alot stronger then they are i...
