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Nothing matters....at all.

A short poem/story about love, loss and how far people will go for each other.

You should have left a long time ago.

Paralyzed in my own dream But I'm never asleep.

trust funds, on the run...

Somebody answered to my call...to myself.

I pack my things up, knowing I can’t stay, I step outside and leave, needing space, needing to get away.

I just want to have a happy ending, but with you...I will never have it.

8 things you never understood, And a thousand more I wish I could. 7 places to go alone, Arguments over the phone.

He fought hard, and he came back. Nothing was waiting for him.

a poem about art block

I wish I could take back all the words I said, because I would rather be in your arms instead. I hope you find your Muse one day, but for now, I’ll pretend I’m okay.