Dark, Mysterious, I don't have words for a person like me.
Pain, anxiety. That can't describe my life.
Hurt, sorrow. That can't describe my soul.
Depression, trauma. Those pitiful things, are just words.
Try as you might, you can't figure me out. One day, I'll be cheerful, the other I might be picking myself up piece, by piece.
Words- They can't describe me.
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Jul 25, 2018 12:11PM
Okay, I published the story, My Sweet Psicopatic~18+! Honestly, I have no idea what the hell happened to Sold To The Gang Leader.View all Conversations
Stories by Alexis Gayle
Poems
Just some Poems.
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I love writing and reading poems. Its my passion along with writing.
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Sold To The Gang Leader
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