I'm a failure. A miserable failure. I can't love. I feel uncomfortable when it gets all lovey for gods sake. What the fuck is wrong with me? I start to think these horrible thoughts and I'm getting sick of it! I hate it! My words fail to be completed. My brain has two voices. I think about death a lot more and I don't think it's a big deal anymore. How could I be human? How could I have a heart? I just wanna give up and just stop.
What am I?
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These Little Things
RomanceThese little poem...they aren't really poems. I don't know what they are but read them and tell me how you feel about these lol. BY THE WAY: please please do not take credit for these because they are my words. My thoughts. I wrote them. Not you. I...
