"These scars I wish upon my wrist are relentless, I try to tell myself I'm worth it, but deep down inside I know I'm not just worthless, im stupid and idiotic. Let's say someone out there really does care, how am I supposed to tell when I'm surrounded by false hope and fake love. So I play tic tac toe with my life until I eventually win."
-L
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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...
