Toddler,
Baby,
Little kid,
How u are related to me,
I dont fucking know,
Your a spoilt brat,
Fucking Lil shit,
Don't appreciate what you have,
Yet u get so fucking much,
I hate you,
I want you to die,
But hey,
Its me instead,
Goodbye Lil brat,
Ive had enough.
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Anxiety Wants To Be Depression
PoetryYou know those things you hear or maybe the things you think, Well those things have joined together, They wanted to be clear, Can you deal with this? They know u can't. Anxiety wants to be Depression don't you think? Fight it, But how, Fight it no...
