Uh, yeah hey there. It's been awhile. First, thanks all 13 of you for reading boats. Secondly, this is about my family take this useless information and do as you wish. It's really short too.
I need this family like I need oxygen but
how am I supposed to breath
when I am being demanded to hold my breath?
Life support is always an option.
But how do I connect myself to those god awful,
sweet talking tubes when I'm too paralyzed
by this choking sensation?
"I'm ready to baptize myself in early inevitability. Boogieman take my hand."
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My Bits And Pieces
PoetryJust some poems I wrote. They're kinda crappy and melancholic but oh well, most of it is just how I deal with things I can't talk about.**ALSO** Not To Be Up My Own Arse But Please PLEASE PLEASE Do Not Copyright, I've Put Effort Into These And It Wo...
