someone once asked me why i'm so nice to people who treat me poorly
at first, i didn't really know the answer
but then i looked around
i saw all these people and i realized
they have their own troubles and their own demons
and the last thing I would want to do is add to that
it's a lot of pressure growing up
and no matter what anyone says
none of us have it easy
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all blood, no tears
Poésiea collection of poems and some 3am thoughts from a broken soul *possible trigger warning* this story deals with sexual assault, abuse, depression, anxiety, suicide & addiction. if you are struggling, reach out. it's okay to not be able to do everyt...
