Empty husks are heavier than you expect
I'm the shooter, the bullet, the victim
I'm a genetic defect
Expectable, but small things are easy to hide
I'm my life, my death, my conviction
I'm a parasite
Macro solutions for micro avalanches
I'm the twisted story, the attacker
I'll take my chances
Malfunctioning solutions make me run
I'm the shooter, the bullet, the victim
But I'm not the gun
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The Words of an Angsty Teen
PoetryI think I contemplate too much I'm fairly certain I need a drink To kiss, to feel another's touch - This is a poetry collection of an angsty teen. It's that and nothing else. Original, I know. Side note: this poetry collection doesn't promote depr...
