God. I hate that he could have this power over me. He knows how to hurt me every which way.
So, I write how I feel. And I feel stupid for it.
Why? Why do I feel stupid for having the feelings I do? I have them because I'm human.
Why does he make me feel guilty for feeling the way I do?
Why should I have to repress my feelings to appear unbothered and tough? I'm only fucking human.
Let me fucking feel.
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Notes from the Mind
PoetryI often have many thoughts on my mind, so, here are most of them trickled down into perceivable words. And maybe you can find yourself in them too.
