When I think about them it hurts. I wish I never had them. I'm glad I do have them. I don't want them at all. Sometimes they make me want to eradicate everything, sometimes they make me want to cry, sometimes they make me want to be comforted and loved by all. Because of them I want to visit the darkness. Because of them I want others to visit the darkness. But it is because them that I don't. I hate them, but at the same time I need them.
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Irrelevant thoughts of an irrelevant person
CasualeSmall thoughts and stories that I'd like to write down. Some are poems, some are thoughts, and some are stories. Disclaimer: it may have a lot of errors.
