I did again. I disappointed my self. I try so hard to make my life right. But all I do. Is hurt the ones I love. I'd give all I have. Just to earn some respect. I've never earned a thing in my life. I won't even try at anything important. I have all these problems and there all my fault. I don't even deserve what I have. I've lost the will. To do so much. But as long as I live I will still write. It's the only thing I'm almost good at. It's my only talent. I have a great gift to give you my thoughts. It may not be much. But to me it means all. I'm not smart at all. Or strong tough or brave. But I can still give. I believe it's my destiny to write what I think. When it comes to this. I'll do it again.
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Sick Twisted Poetry
PuisiJust some stuff that comes out of my head. mostly poems. Weird people like myself might like it. Enjoy (: