I am not a stranger to contempt
Or a stranger to death
Everything feels as if it was meant
To make me the only one left
For me to cry and break
To see how much i can take
Before my heart shatters
Before long I won't matter
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Poems
Thơ caPoems I made for practice. Mostly self deprivation. Poems based on my own stories and thoughts will placed here as well. Suggested for those who don't mind the apathetic.
