I don't know why I feel like this, or keep doing this to myself, but it's killing me from the inside and it's eating away the good in me. Why can't I just forget about it? This question keep dweling in the back of my mind never going away, and keeping me up at night. The only happiness I get is from my friends without them I couldn't possibly function.
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My Poems through the years.
PoesíaThese are all the poems I've been writing through the years, I think it's really a experience to go through when you read the poems.
