I still find myself crying over you and the things I said. I still find myself about to call you at my weakest moments. Truth is, I'm terrified of everything and I took that out on her. I took that out on a lot of people. And I'm still not sure how to make it right. All I really know is that I feel alone and I don't want anyone else's company but that of the girl I abused.
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Academy Of American Bullshit
PoetryCollection of poetry, parts of short stories, and the occasional rant written by an artist who is angrier than she'd like to admit.
