I really need to stop living my life so afraid of when it's going to end, cause then again i'm not really living? obviously there's things you have to worry about to keep yourself safe but, why am i living my life for other people, why have i submitted to taking up the role of this jester who must gain laughs to feel whole, i don't want to keep fighting with my friends, i don't want to keep caring or dancing around real emotions, i don't want to keep being a shell of myself and most importantly i don't want to keep being jealous, maybe i just need a break from her, I don't know that i really like who I am with her, and i'm terrified of what that means for us.
Who will we be once I heal.
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Until she was happy
PoetryHappiness is a privilege and i talk deep so this whole book is a possible trigger warning. Don't look at this as a way to find peace in your darkness, this doesn't offer that, look unto this as a way to hurt with someone else, and find peace in the...
