Stomachs were not meant to roll
Thighs were not meant to touch
Arms were not meant to fold
And we were given one chin for a reason
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The dark abyss that is my mind: part one
PoetryDo you know that feeling? Nothing matters, nobody cares, life has no meaning. That feeling that you want to just give up? That all you do is use up space and annoy people? That everybody is better off without you? That's me everyday. Every single da...
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Stomachs were not meant to roll
Thighs were not meant to touch
Arms were not meant to fold
And we were given one chin for a reason
