Life doesnt wanna be fair, she wants revenge.
I give everything,
and expect nothing in return
and yet
i lose
more than i gave
I end up hurt
I end up left
behind
like yesterday's garbage
picked up and discarded
as if I was in the way
and you could bare the stench anymore
yea, the truth
it fucking reaks doesn’t it
i hope you choke
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ØVERTHINKING
PoetryØverthinking leads tø fear. Fear leads tø anxiety. Døn't knøw what's inside øf me. F A L L I N G Everyøne has their demøns. Søme møre than øthers. These are mine
