You ask me what I'm feeling
But I don't know what I'm feeling
and i don't know what to say
i think this is the calm before my storm
or maybe the aftermath
of the hurricane that has been going on inside me for a while now.
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Fragments
Poetry"Everyone's playing checkers with their scars, saying checkmate whenever they get out without a broken heart. Just to be clear I don't want to get out without a broken heart. I intend to leave this life so shattered there's gonna have to be a thousa...
