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Is it me?
I used to believe that it was me.
That I was broken.
I used to believe that I was the reason you left; that I was too dark to be loved.
That I deserved to be left behind.
I used to believe it was me!
I looked in the mirror everyday and I cried praying to God that he fix me.
Thinking that there was something wrong.
Praying to God that he would make me worthy of your love.
I...
Friday 25th March 2022 4:26 pm
Demise
I feel dead inside
I can no longer hide
For so long I've lied
I promise, I truly tried,
But today is the day that I died.
Monday 18th June 2018 3:19 pm
Twice A Day With Food.
It's a tough pill to swallow.
I want to fucking puke.
This feeling in my stomach,
like I swallowed a live nuke.
They just give me pills to swallow
and run a lot of useless tests.
I tried so hard to keep it away,
to fight it off but it infests.
I hate these pills I swallow.
I feel the cancer in my veins.
It's consuming my body
and fucking with my brain.
It's not your pill to swall...
Monday 18th June 2018 1:35 pm
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