It
Kills
Our
Instincts.
Ruins
Our
Future
Plan's.
Sets
Us
Up
For
Sadness.
Gives
Us
A
Reason
To
Treasure
Our
Lives.
Happens
All
Around
Us.
Follows
Us
Through
Life.
YOU ARE READING
The First Fifty Pages Of Me by Nailinthewall
PoetryThis is all the weird things I think and what I will never say. And my personal journey in my last year of school.
