if i put my tears in a jar
it'd be frozen
cold heart
even colder soul
you don't think of me
you think i'm coal
starting fires beneath you
ruining those you call your few
running out of choices
running out of voices
my problems are dead, so i just run away.
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I'll Be Fine (pt. 1 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife apparently wattpad limits the number of parts you can have, so I'm s...
