I want the slits on my legs to stop staring at me already. I dont feel comfortable at the other end of my house anymore, in fact its not even home anymore and im going insane. I leave a piece of me every step i take and stomp it into the ground so i never have to deal with it again. So i really will be nothing and nothings dont have to do anything.
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My Boring Escapades.
Poetry"Breaking free from the thoughts of others." Not alot makes sense in this book. Its not supposed too. They most definitely might be terrible, its just my way of keeping track of things I write no matter how terrible. These are unedited, theyre only...
