Another fight,now fueled with hatred
it's killing me to live for past.
Tears I cried they turned out wasted
you left me again,this time last.
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Shattered Diary
PoetryPoems I write on the run, when serotonin gets low and life's not working.
Stopping the Clock
Another fight,now fueled with hatred
it's killing me to live for past.
Tears I cried they turned out wasted
you left me again,this time last.