I wanted to run away
To go far, and never regret not turning around
With my heart pounding
And the soles of my feet refusing to ache
I have decided to stay
To not flee after every single fight
My home may be broken but it still is a home
In the cracks of its walls, I have found hope
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my life is getting better but I'm so paranoid that it will come spiraling back down again
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evanescence
Poetrypoems that I wrote inspirations vary-mostly people and music, but others are from prompts (not related to the band Evanescence) || mostly tween angst, edgy tumblr-esque yk, you have been warned 💀
