"I'm not going to be ok.
I've tried, it's just not happening. I've laughed over stupid things, I've cried on my own time. Yet I still feel empty? I have this hole inside that everyday seems to be growing. I try to be positive but I'm about as positive as finding a small thumbtack in a pitch black room. It's funny how I can surround myself with friends who think I'm joking, when in reality all's I'm doing is lying."
-L
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A series of options Left Behind In Words And Letters
PoetryThoughts, feelings and moments of my past, present and future written down. I can't say much but I like to think that they're goodish. You and I, we're an ocean of love and hatred. A land of chaos and peace, a battle that we're losing with love and...
