sometimes i wonder if I'm still here because of other people.
not in a "you saved me" way, more in a "i don't want you to need saving too" way.
sometimes i think maybe their lives would be better if i never existed, not if i stopped existing.
cause they have to keep existing you know? the ones you leave behind.
-the ones you leave behind
-V.
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iridescent mind: poetry by me
Poetrymainly vent poetry. I'm really only posting this for myself but if anyone wants to read it you're welcome to. TWs on the first chapter i promise the poems get better if you go on sometimes I'll attach photos or drawings i made.(like the cover)
