Give it to him with all my agony,
I would not like to see his face.
Nothing of him towards me is a distant memory,
You really believe I learned how to love from the likes of that man.
I call them man,
Because it's so closely related to the word,
Mad.
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It Was All A Blur
PoetryA collective piece of poems I've created. Mostly as a way to cope with my all time lows but to fine some happiness inside myself. There will be 9 total poems and then this will be over. Follow some dark times and lows in my life.
