Cant I break once and for all?
This cold is seeping in my soul,
My soul is begginning to feel like a metal rod piercing through my skin and sinew,
The pain is heightening;
Heightening for a downfall into nothingness,
Nothingness is what everyone moves towards,
But perhaps, nothingness is what Im destined for.
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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...
