My mind is an absolute, crazy, chaotic mess. It's so crazy and chaotic, that too much thinking just makes me feel numb.
Numb to the world.
All I want to do is curl up into a tiny ball and close my eyes, and drift off into a deep, dark sleep.
I don't want to remember the things I've been desperately trying to forget. They'll kill me if they win.
And I don't want them to.
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Poetry Book 1
PoetryRandom Poetry! This is just a cute selection of them. 😊 They're not necessarily in any particular order, they're just in the order of randomness! So *warning*: the emotions WILL fluctuate a lot!! And also *warning* possible profanity. STARTED: Marc...
