A/N: This is the last poem in this book. I plan on making a second book, with a variety of topics.
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This journey is exhausting,
It keeps me up all night.
This battle is scary,
It fills me with fright.
I'm losing this war,
It's going on in my mind,
My happiness, is
What I've yet to find.
They say that you cannot break,
That you can only bend.
I think that statement is wrong,
Because I am nearing the end.
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That's it. You guys are all beautiful amazing people. Thank you for all your votes and comments. You will never truly know how much it means to me. It's like having people read my diary. Anyway, I love you all so so so so so much. Feel free to inbox me if you ever need to talk.
Thank you again.
YOU ARE READING
You Don't Care.
Poetry"There is nothing to writing, all you do is sit at a typewriter and bleed."
