My morals are turning upside down,
it's rotten
just
like
me
Oh God, what else can I do?
I keep proving you that I cannot change
I'm stuck in this escape room
that I made myself
or maybe this is my self
the clues are scattered
and the hints are shattered
it's now become an outrage chamber
A/N
this rainy weather is a bit too nostalgic
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Dazed Off
PoetrySee what the young poet wrote in her old journals at only the age of twelve, and how her mental state progressively gets worse at age fifteen:) Collection of poems mostly about God, family, love, and hate to oneself. • most impressive ranking: #6 in...
