I have a choice now
Let myself fall into a complete and physical mess
Let everyone see the hurt, the mess that is hiding inside of me
Let them try and help or watch me fall in despair
Or
Get up and do what I need to
Fight
With one exception
Never letting anyone in
Or close to me again
Or is it a choice at all?
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Chronicles Of Midnight
PoetryComposed of poetry and ideas and scenes from short stories that I probably wont write. A bunch of thoughts that might or might not make sense. #unorganized It gets better the further you read, so just keep reading or skip a few. Me.
