Can someone tell me wants the point of waking up anymore?
To wish, days like this never came. Or is this a false reality of a projected warp that life itself is embezzled deep between the wounds.
That's edgy. I just want to be worth it sometimes.
Beep bop it's a clock.
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My Poem Dumpster
PoesiaWelcome to the Poem Dumpster! The name pretty much explains it all. This is just going to be the place where I put some of the dozens of poems that I used to make instead of just deleting them. They aren't good, I already know that. I stopped doing...
