(CW's at the end)
I sit with those who know me best.
[they don't;
Know me.]
One day my soul will lay bare, an open wound.
Some May Leave.
[You] will dig [your] nails into my flesh.
I might bleed out. ( [You] won't
let the wound close.)
((You never do))
I knew this would happen.
It's in my nature
To choose happiness over Safety
[My Rebellion]
But I still hope I might have time to-
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(CW's- mild talk of injuries and blood)
Guys seriously lmk if there are other things I need to add to the cw's/tw's, I'm aware I'm not the greatest at this
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Ode to Life
PoesiaIt's chaos to figure out how to live. To love yourself, to love others, to create, to destroy. It's just life. But maybe... just life isn't a bad thing? You can't have good without the ugly. This has all my poems combined, this'll be my only poetry...
