We are just broken deceptions, broken hearts looking for a fulfil life. Bleeding out,slowly burning... Noticing how our insecurities are taking over. Walking a lonely dessert all alone. Well at least that's how I feel. Although I am surrounded by people who care I will always be lost in this cruel damnation. The worse thing is the temptation to relive life as it is. But truly we all want to end it.
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Shrooms Grew Out Of Your Words
PoésieShort Written Portions Of A Wonderfully Hurt Mind. Words and thoughts of a 16 year old boy, who's feelings change as each poem is written.
