I am a sickness of my own desires.
For words are taken if my heart doesn't crumble.
But heart shatters, for it attaches its little light to rightful beings, except they do not belong to me.
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My Lil Story Of Life And Depression: Poems Of The Lost And Wounded
RandomThese are some of my poems and my weird random thoughts. It may contain sad things, some explicit content, things that may bring you joy, things that are just my truth or maybe they are lies. Ideals that my thoughts provide, while in my writing, you...
Worst Enemy Is Myself
I am a sickness of my own desires.
For words are taken if my heart doesn't crumble.
But heart shatters, for it attaches its little light to rightful beings, except they do not belong to me.
