My anger is empty, full of whit and sorrow.
My anger fuels me, reds my face and breaks heart
I want to kill my self, that's all.
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Thoughts Of Me, Sorry.
PoezjaJust everyday, unconventional, uplifting, relatable, sad writings. Take a journey through my head. **warning-may make you unconsciously slip into a corner alone, with sad music drowning you through your headphones**
