When I'm alone, I think.
When I think, I remember.
When I remember, I feel pain.
When I feel pain, I cry.
When I cry, I can't stop.
There's so many things about me that nobody knows. It's so annoying when they assume that I don't know what something feels like when I live it.
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Meaningless:: a collection
PoesiaI've made this for you for when you're lost and alone when you're sinking like a stone use these words, these pieces of broken soul, to heal your own. - this is strictly for awareness, I do not encourage anyone to do the following and if you stru...
