With each passing day as I realise I have accepted this sickly sad version of myself with whom the world can never let anything beautiful happen too. I accept my dissatisfying circumstances with a sad smile like Ive missed it and acceptance because its happened so many times its my friend now. The one thats the cause of my secrets and the one who helps me walk towards nothingness and be happy. It teaches me so much yet its breaking me in such tiny pieces I couldnt hold on even if I wanted too.
I want to hold onto myself and every tiny piece if me because they belong to me noone and nothing else but how do I do that when these pieces whither away eithout a seconds notice and give me no time to prepare. Somebody tell me how to stop whithering away?
Because I really dont fucking want too.
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My Boring Escapades.
Poetry"Breaking free from the thoughts of others." Not alot makes sense in this book. Its not supposed too. They most definitely might be terrible, its just my way of keeping track of things I write no matter how terrible. These are unedited, theyre only...
