See I know things
I know things, I know things
And how it feels to be loved
Remains foreign.
Sad.
Because that is all
I really want
To
Know.

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Tears Are My Friends
PoëzieThis 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...
Untitled, Jan 11
See I know things
I know things, I know things
And how it feels to be loved
Remains foreign.
Sad.
Because that is all
I really want
To
Know.