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For the comfort of darkness, I'll bleed for you. Life might have brought me light but death never blinded me. I can still see in the dark. I can reel into the comfortability of my sorrows. My tragedies will last longer than my short fulfilling moments. I'd rather choke on my blood than the hope of what could never be.
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The bitter taste of being Empty
Poetrya book full of excerpts that will make you feel something! "𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦?" - CLARIFICATION * just...
