Show me how to love, you coward. Show me how to breathe through the light of someone else since you do it so well. Show me how to climb the mountain of self hatred that stands in my wake. I will die knowing you can't, and you never could.
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•Mind on Paper•
PoetryThis is going to be a collection of late night thoughts and spurs of inspiration for your viewing pleasure. Some of these could be happy, sad, melancholic, and much more. My brain is the brush, the paper, or in this case the screen is my canvas. I...
