Every once in a while I remember who I am again
Who I've been, who I am, and who I want to be are very different people
Who I am and everything I've done weighs down on me like a ton of bricks
I try to tell people I'm bad, but they never believe me
How could they know?
No amount of good I put into the world can make up for it all
Maybe I just haven't done enough good yet
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18 Years of God Damn Bullshit: A Memoir
Non-FictionPoems and stories from my chaotic life because I love to trauma dump with sexy words. Be kind, and enjoy <3
