I've told you bits of me to show you that I'm not alright, and I'm sorry that I don't just bluntly tell you what's wrong with me, but I'm afraid. Afraid of what you will think of me when you find out the truth. I'm afraid of how your face will show disappointment, disgust, and most likely pity.
A/n: Ok got the second part, I've still got 2 more drafted out. So pls wait until they're ready, thank you!
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Poems
PoetryJust some random poems I right in my free time. Sorry if this sucks, criticism is welcomed but try not to be harsh.
