who is it
is it me
or is it the doings of someone else
i’m not sure
at my core
i have all my shame
how can i hate the basis
without ruining the concept
building a shack
on shaky foundation
but all i need
is four walls
and adobe slacks
to get by
and everything else
in possible reach
to be contented
and never satisfied
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Tears Are My Friends
PoetryThis is a compilation of poetry and the prelude to the telling of overcoming depression and taking advantage of your own life! Nineteen year old extraordinaire Delusionally leaves behind her old delusions of incompetence for new delusions that lead...
