Sometimes I don't know who I'm kidding. Who am I trying to fool? Am I fooling anyone? Definitely not myself. I know my monsters. I like my monsters. I even embrace my monsters. And I know that's not good for me but I don't care. I tell myself that it's not good for me to drown myself with problems. But I'm not going to stop anyways. So who am I kidding? My life stories, memoirs, some horror stories (they're actually pretty goo, go read!) and mostly poems. Usually depressing, but 100% real. Get to know the real me. Not the person who everyone thinks I am. Sorry if this makes you worried about me in any way. I concern myself too.

P O E M C O L L E C T I O N If you read ahead You will take a tour around my head My thoughts all spread Even the ones left unsaid. (first book)

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