My life consists of lots of pretending, which always leads to guilt.
I am lacking in so many things, courage being a main.
I am sicker than I thought. Eating less, patching up criss crossed arms.
But, I need to leave behind these times and people, wake myself up.
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A collection of poems
PoesiaA collection of my poems for your enjoyment TW for some depressing things and swearing