Everyone is turning against me. I don't even know what offence means. Is it me? Am I the problem? Starting all these issues, but not knowing how to solve them? My heart says no, but my mind says go. I don't want to hurt you, you or you anymore. The tears produced are meaningless, not much labour for one to drop. This is so silly, please stop. Crying resolves nothing, it just makes your eyes rot. If you want that change, just say my name and I'll be there to take the pain.
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Confessions
RandomMy real life confessions in a sub-genre form of poetry and a novel
