Every ending I've been through, all the good things now gone, it's hurt. It's been making me numb. I couldn't see the cracks, I didn't have time to patch them. Now that they've spread beyond fixing, I'm done. I don't care. I'm waiting for the shatter. I wouldn't want it to have been anyone else that broke me.
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Everyday Thoughts. Collection of writings and poems.
De TodoThis is a compilation of stories too short to be their own, and free verse poems. I write each part while inspired by my current emotion, or something that may have recently happened. So know that all of these come from my heart, or my over active i...
