It sometimes scares me that my dreams and nightmares seem more real to me, I dream of people I recognise through tinted lenses burning, screaming. Dying. I watch them, unable to help, unable to save them as their eyes travel to mine as I can only stair as their skin separates from their broken bones.
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PoetryJust a lonely teenager in love, struggeling with emotions and wanting the end to come sooner rather than later :( i want to love but i just dont want to hurt them if i love one then i will hurt the other. So please forgive me, i can't hold back my...
