"It's not you. It's me. It's always been me. My world is fucked up and it needs to be fixed before I can continue. Sorry."
You just need to fix your world, but it's not me? That's funny because the other day I could have sworn you said I was your world.
So it's me. You can't fix your own world, it needs to fix itself. So you just leave it? How is it suppose to fix itself if it doesn't know anything is wrong? If it doesn't know what's wrong to begin with? How can it fix itself when it's falling apart from losing you? Before you go and change your mind, think about who you're going to hurt, would you?
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Broken Wings
Poetry'For someone so small you're pretty strong. For someone so brave you're pretty shy. For someone so observant you're pretty abnormal.' For someone like me it's pretty hard to decide who I wanna be or where I want to fit in. So this isn't exactly poet...
