I hate this day.
I hate this day with every ounce of my being.
This is the holiday of lies,
Where we all buy cheap shit
And act like we understand love,
Like we're even capable of love.
This day disgusts me.
It makes me sick.
I hate this day.
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Random Thoughts
PoesíaThis is kind of just my brain and random thoughts I feel like sharing with someone in the middle of the night. Don't take any of it for more than it is because I'm always fine. Also, please don't judge the whole book by the first few poems. I promis...
