death. something i think about often. i remember when we used to laugh. the feeling it gave me. now, oh now. i feel nothing, nothing at all. for you brought me joy, and put a smile on your face as you ripped it away. for joy, means nothing anymore. death is the only way out for me. no one would miss me anyways. i've come to learn that you hate me and there's nothing i can do, except give the world what it wants. an awsten free world.
~awsten
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secrets ; gawsten
Poetrydeep down, we're all capable of unspeakable acts. highest ranking /// •58 in poetry
