how could I be so naive?
why did I allow myself to dream?
this is why I don't share emotion, it always ends with a crash and burn.
I saw it coming, my bad luck to chime in
But I didn't know it would hurt this badly.
So I will forevermore bottle up all emotion, and not tell a soul my true desire.
Happiness is an extinct emotion.
It never stood a chance...
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dark poems
RandomPacked full of sad and demented poems that come from a lonesome and twisted mind. (a few of the poems r gonna b circle poems cuz that is my favorite style but there will b other types as well)
