End this part of me that is filled with curiosity,
That wants to know everything that a person could be.
End this part of me that wishes for more,
That is never satisfied with everything I have.
End this part of me that wants to own someone,
That becomes obsessed on everything about 'them'.
So in the end just end me,
Cause I feel like slipping away anyways,
Away from my own emotions, my own life and myown sanity.
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Moments
PoetryThis is just a compilation of poems. The first poem best summarizes the randomness of the stuff within. I apologize in advance if there are heavy themes present.
