I'm not even phased anymore.
I expected it.
Do it again. I dare you.
I'm not stupid. I see through you.
Do worse. I dare you.
Is it fun for you? Does it feel good in your bones? Does it feel good to think you can hurt me again and again?
When will you have anything good to prove?
Fuck. I'm tired.
I'm so tired.
I don't want this cycle anymore. I'm done.
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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.
