I feel like this pain is alienating me.
It's become so bold it's debilitating me.
It's my own fault for it contaminating me.
Because right now, it's communicating with me.
It breathes my blood. It's intoxicating me.
It's me against me. It's intimidating me.
Me and me aren't cooperating with me.
This pain is so deep. It's excruciating to me.
It's so familiar. It's use to accommodating me.
I can't get away. It stays anticipating me.
It knows every move. It's investigating me.
Like constant coffee there's no decaffeinating me.
There's really no point in evaluating me.
It's obviously showing. It's obliterating me.
Yet it's me...I need to stop participating... with me.
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A Piece of Me
PuisiPart of me just for you. For every emotion, every unsolved question, and every part of me that I was not able to comprehend, even for myself, to be able to explain to those who deserved it and meant most to me, this is for you. Welcome to just a par...
