The pain—it comes at the worst times.
It attacks you, stabs you like a knife slicing through your gut.
Stab, twist, extract, repeat.
Even when you think it's gone, you'll still find that aching, throbbing pain somewhere in your heart.
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Poems and Songs (the beginning)
PoetryThis is my first book of poems. This book used to have 102 parts. Now it has 52 because I unpublished most of the cringey content. The current content is still quite cringey but it's slightly more bearable. Anyway, this book helped me a lot because...
