I am acutely aware of my ability to fuck up.
Severing ties and drowning sorrows have long been a passion of mine—
An addiction I can't break now
Out-of-body experiences on the daily—
Taken like a missed insulin shot
Shooting veins just to feel normal
Estranged like the dark side of the moon—
Never to know the weight of the ocean
or the precariousness of a teardrop
And I still choose to endeavour and endure everything
like the dark side of the moon.
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A Meaningless Collection
PoesiaA collection of variously themed poems that I write mostly on my commute to class or when I can't find a reason to fall asleep.
