days walk passed me
in the form of invisible wind and frightful sites
with the clock lost in its devilish time
in my bed, during this life, i cry in a rupturing depression
in fear of being caught, of seeing myself cracked
because she has left me, hating my actions
the thoughtful idea of leaving me
to supposedly
never damage me once again
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Fucked Up
RomanceSome stuff in life is meant to be discontinued, and so many things are meant to happen. After so many tries, one gets so tired of feeling like an idiot and shit is just meant to end. That's it. --- Really no point in reading this since I'm just putt...
