I tried to keep a journal I know I did
I lost interest, tossing it under the trash can lid
Again and again page after page
They broke and they tore or just became a bore
I stared at my hands I watched as they bled
I stared at the paper stained with red, looking through letters from my useless head
I'm worthless was a thought as I laid in bed
I looked at my phone a website caught my attention
Soon scrolling through books and profiles a plenty
Wattpad a site that's such a delight
Friends and followers to chat with
Books and chapters to see
This wonderful site has been like a home to me
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I made some site that mostly is full of fangirls, fanfic and memes seem like some beautiful paradise oh gosh
Welp
I love this site, you can have conversations about gay cheese
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PoésieDo you feel threatened by the moths? No? I have at least 3 out for my blood, they haven't found my hiding place though, and I'll be in trouble if they do ~ Moths, the creatures of the night Moths, the creatures lured by light Such weird beings who f...