When someone shows you how little you mean to them, and you keep coming back for more, before you know it you start to mean less to yourself.
And then you feel it.
You feel that you were lamb.
Lamb, ready to be sacrificed, not ready to be sacrificed, because you know it was for a greater good, but it was compromise on yourself, in a more disgusting, horrible way.
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Harmony in Chaos
PoetryThese are just small random pieces of writing, some of them my quotes, others, descriptions, or questions left unanswered. But please keep in mind, whatever I post, will have exceptions. They will be true only in specific cases, and everything I wr...
