The game i hate to play. The game that destroys every bit of hope and trust, the game that hurts everyone. The game that kills everyone both emotionally and physically.... The blame game. The past is the past i wish we could keep it there. We can't, see the monsters in your life never go away, they are the only thing keeping you sane. The monsters matter very much to, They have endured you, they have lived with you, they pressured you, they have tempted you. But.... You created them, and they created you, you are them, and they are..... YOU.
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Discovering And Making Me
Poetrythings I write as I grow, things I write about me as i change or in a certain time period
