i've grown up repeating
"i'll never be like my family"
low life, no job, deals drugs
scrambling for every tiny amount of money
but today i looked myself in the mirror
and i saw them.
maybe it's just in my blood.
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cigarettes and sunsets
Poetrya collection of poems filled with love, heartbreak and tragedy. the world has a bad habit of keeping serious things locked away in order to maintain happiness, I desire to search for these hidden things and let them be found. illustrations by Robyn...
