I don't know how to do what's right but I'm tired of trying to fight. I'm about to do something bad, lose all the good I have and start again. The voices in my head scream telling me I can end it all but all around me are metaphors. The wordplay makes me want to stay but the voices grow and who knows, maybe they could learn to play too.
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Poetry
PoésieAn accumulation of poems written throughout my life, and shorts that I'm not sure qualify as poems.
