A day will come
When you'd ask yourself,
"The fuck was I doing with my life?
Why the fuck was I letting someone else have it their way with me?
What the fuck?!"
Then you'll realise
That you've been played...
Like a puppet controlled by their master...
All that's left to do is say,
"Fuck it...
No more of it"
Sky Zaara
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Painfully Sweet
PoetryA new collection of poems, having words sweeping the ground below your feet and dwelling your mind into a wormhole of emotions one never knew existed.
