If I asked for forgiveness, it's not like you'd talk to me the following day. What, actually? You know what I really think? I think that even if I tried to say it, I'd just be brushed off. And you know what's the most childish thing in the world? Ignoring your problems.
Well. I guess I'm a shit of a child too if we're playing hide and seek in the playground-arena set for all of us.
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PoetryAn expression or burst of emotions, a place of solace from suicide and depression. May be an art or a form of liberation-probably a loss of sanity driven from hungry memories; to understand and listen to the stories around us, a passion-driven delir...
