A while back, darkness filled my head and everything I felt then had been coming back up my throat now. I wanted to scream these questions from the rooftops. I wanted to cry as loud as needed. I wanted to just break something; smash it to smithereens. Don't ask me how I managed to keep it in. I can't remember. However, I was somehow able to do it again. I turned up my music even louder until it was pounding in my ears and I couldn't hear anything else. Not even the screams and questions echoing off the walls of my head, multiplying each time one was thought, could be heard.
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A Few Failed Feelings
PoetryJust a bunch of random poems that I sometimes think up. No regular updates. If I think of something that sounds somewhat poetic I'll add to it I guess, but I most likely will not be adding to it weekly and possibly not even monthly. (Slight trigger...
