Everyone loathes my existence
It's not fair
I just think
It's nice to share
I wanted friends, so I made my own within you
So I take up a lot of space, that may be true
But I never meant to make you... not you
Never meant to cause you harm
I want you to thrive
It's just that...
I want to be alive, too.
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Random Poetry Collection
PoetryThis is a collection of bad poetry I've managed to compose through the slurs of ink we've come to know as letters we form into what we know as language. The '*'s indicate that this poem is a little on the sad/darker side.
