The Sun is blinding,
The heat is rising,
Tension between us is growing,
Nurtured and raised inside of us,
We aren't able to be normal around one another anymore,
Try as we may,
We can't deny the feelings buried inside of us bubbling to the surface once more,
But it's alright now, we are alright now.
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Depression Is My Kryptonite
PoetryA jumble of extremely depressing poems written by me. And ramblings that feature mood swings every other second. Oh well.
