I'm writing again.
This task is begining to feel like a sin.
It's a filthy desire to cleanse my mind if impure thoughts.
Not sex.
Just... well...
Hate related things.
I'm not insane.
I'm not.
YOU ARE READING
3AM
PuisiThese are poems. These are pieces of me pulled from the darkest part of my brain. These are not all one poem but they are all one book and they are all one brain. **strong language and possible triggers**
