Never before have I really understood the saying: "six coffees do nothing when you're tired of life" -now I do.
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Some people are only meant to be a page, others are chapters, and I know which one I'd preferred you to have been.
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I started 2015 thinking, maybe this might be my best year. I start every year with stupidly high hopes and optimism and it ends up being another plain year. Existing, surviving, but barely ever living. Maybe, just maybe, 2016 will be my year.
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'I love you' and 'I'm in love with you' are so completely different.
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Time flies. It's so strange to think that 2015 has nearly ended because there were days where I wish I'd never woken up and days that I prayed to be eternal.
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Confessions of a shitty poet.
PoetrySome of my poems contain bad language/sensitive issues and therefore I have changed the setting to mature and issue a trigger warning. I am forever updating this book, it will probably never be finished.
