I've come to figure out that either no one cares, or they care too much.
Both weigh me down.
When I leave this place forever, only a few people will actually care, and everyone else will be fine, maybe even happy.
And the people who care will let it tear them apart to much and never be the same when I leave.
And Lord knows that time is drawing closer with every spell I have.
Reminded of what we used to be and what we are, I just can't stand it.
Looks like things that had been put away to never be used again are coming back out today.
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Life and Its Discrepancies
PoetryThis book is filled with poems from every range of my emotions, from when I'm super depressed to when I can't be happier. I don't know how long I'll keep this thing going, just know that it covers a bunch of personal things that may be considered a...
