Feelings. Without them I'd be nothing. With them... I'm still pretty much nothing. I try to turn my broken heart into works of art, trying to create some beauty from my pain. 

Who am I? Well, my poetry answers that question. I'm a renegade and a knight in shining armor, or at least I try to be. I love deep and hard, and somehow feel like a criminal for doing so. I punish and torture myself for loving and wanting, and suffer badly from depression as a result.

Feelings. I hate having them. I hope you don't hate reading about them.

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