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Strange things.

In and out, up and down You're driving me insane We had something, what a shame

I will rise above you,  Far above, And make you pay.

It's withering flowers unique numb gloss, it's what dies inside of us while we live

A short sad poem about loss.

to all the people who only how to bring light to the world, thank you!

sometimes i wonder if there’s a point to even writing this

writing is unseeing.

A battered soul, a battered body. WARNING: VIOLENCE. Do not take this lightly.

You're broken, but I am always here. Always here to put you back together. One by one. Piece by piece.

My name, my birth right, what I am.

I'll go to your garden, I'll go to your grave.