Misery At It's Best

Misery At It's Best

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I love somebody and I can't get over them. Whoop-ee-doo. I am a miserable but alive. I should be happy, shouldn't I? This poem is very horrible, my rhyming is awful, my poems are a disgrace, and they're written by me so, you will be disappointed if you expect something good. I am miserable at the moment. My mind and heart and I guess my soul are tormented. Good, right? I deserve it. I read this quote but it didn't say who it was from: "You punish yourself for being yourself." That, itself, is true. Being me has ruined many great things. And, yeah. Take care y'all.
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WARNING: Some pieces may contain triggers for those who struggle with any form of depression or self harm. Please read with caution. I will often rearrange the chapters in the way I see fit, so please be patient and keep that in mind. This is my first attempt at poetry. It will consist of shit that I've gone through/dealt with and ramblings from my screwed up mind. These works are purely fictional and not meant to be taken literally.

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