it gets hard to keep going. it gets to a point where all i wanna do is end it all. it gets hard to breathe, hard to live, hard too feel, but then even in these moments, all the beautiful things in this world come rushing into my head. I realize that even though I'm sitting in a dark room playing games with the monsters i have created, that there's a beautiful world with beauty etched into every small detail, and broken piece right outside these walls. that lights a small light within urging me too stay just a little longer.
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Writings, rants, questions, poems, really just my life in a book.
PoetryI'm an over emotional little dandelion. Very sensitive but also a tough little cookie. So like this is all my feelings in a little book. Some are about people. Some are about me. Some are about life. Just everything really. PLEASE LEAVE feedback ! F...
