prey
I still saw you in the corner of my eye, you lingered there stalking me as if I were prey. I knew the day you would attack, would be the day I'm at my lowest. That's why I hate you, depression, you always wait to make everything worse.
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A Beautiful Disaster
PoetryMy story. A story full of unforgettable thoughts. I've come to terms with these certain parts of my life. This is for the people who decide to read my poetry. I hope you find the motivation to continue to fighting like I did. #1 in slam (5/31/18) #1...
