I've spent a lot of time hurting.
A lot of time wasted,
Being pushed down by my overwhelming sadness.
I don't want to be sad anymore.
I don't wish to be defined by the things that make me want to die.
I want to be defined by the way I handle myself
When those things push me to my brink.
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Love and Other Fuckups
PoetryA collection of poems and drabbles about things such as life, love, and fucking up.