So much pain,
Too much hurt,
Made me insane;
My brain revert...
The rage inside
Is all unleashed;
Me tossed aside-
Here comes the beast.
A/N: This is how the hurt felt, still feels, will always feel, when it comes around, with no warning, just stabbing, slashing, ripping, and crushing, until I scream and I can't stop screaming.
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All the Small Things
PoetryThis is where all my poems will live. This is where nightmares and dreams begin. Edit on January 10, 2014: 4 more poems to go, and then this book will be ended. Edit on February 21, 2014: The 50th poem is up. This book is complete.
