When i'm alone that's when my demons starts to crawel in through the closed blinds, closed doors. That's when I start to fall apart. That's when I rip my skin in two. With every tear the sting the pain the dripping reddness gets more and more addicting. The old pain that was once there has gone away but only to return leaving me more broken then before once again.
-KJE
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A Book Of My Deepest Thoughts And Secrets.
PoetryThis a book of my poems. They are mostly depressing. Read at your own risk. And please dont steal please. I hope you guys enjoy.
