your personality was infecting
not as a sweeping sweet force
but as a burying, souring onslaught
that alone would have convinced me
but i thought about how much effort i put in
and that if i left, all of it would be gone
again, I can't help but curse my stupid bond with you
it hurt me so much
it hurt so so much to be with you, you lackadaisical piece of shit
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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...
