Sometimes, when I'm at my weakest,
And can't handle the smallest issues,
I doubt myself,
For how would I handle the world,
When I can't even handle you.
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sober thoughts
Poetryvolume i "she wrote it down, she kept record of them all. words expressing past emotions, details of what transpired with who, what and where. she might call it poetry or perhaps a diary but all I saw was a paper filled with words written in denial...
