You assume the deeper you go the brighter it will get,
That's a damned lie.
It's a path of backtracking, a path of mixed and twists and turns.
You will get more lost then ever before,
Even if you find assistance it's next to impossible.
Trying to keep pace is the hardest,
But fixing yours is the easiest.
At least it's possible.
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I'm Aggressive, Gay, and Hungry. (Hangay?)
PoesíaLovely, sometimes sad, and other times bittersweet poems written by a depressed, gender fluid, bisexual 15 year old.
