Isn't it weird?
Being caught in a state,
Of mourning about things that have yet to happen,
Trying to fix things that have yet to be broken,
And ending up breaking them yourself,
While fighting the urge not to let yourself be broken once again,
Sick of always getting hurt.
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YOU ARE READING
Thoughts in words.
PoetryThese are pages full of words. Full of words meaningless for some, but for few full of feels. I hope you enjoy these words, that aren't here just to fill pages, but are here waiting for the few who dare to seek the meaning behind the shallow wall of...
