and its not even because I dont know that it doesn't matter but I can't help it and everyday its tearing me apart piece by piece until im only a shell of the person I was and its not fair and I want to fix it but I can't I dont know how I just wish that I could breathe again
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Breathing | Poems
PoetryLife is like a walk on glass. This is a book of all my poems. Some are good, some are bad, some are cringeworthy. They are all mine. Was ranked #126 in boys (2018/07/21)
