I feel safer with these pills in my stomach and scratches on my wrist than i do with any being present.
Cursed are the feelings inside of me
Cursed is my weakness
Cursed is my pain that i cant handle
I am cursed with a life of unexplicable pain.
I have lost the writer inside of me to this pain
And for that i shall never forgive it.
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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...
