Happiness became something broken, fallen, teared apart. Nailed to the wall; stabbed soul and destroyed secrets of false hopes. Hung on a cliff; shot through thought.
I wasn't even able to write a suicide note.
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Infinity
PoetryA dazzling view of words. Multiple perspectives of life and my deepest thoughts and feelings. I write to relieve it all. Thanks for reading! ~Highest rank: #102 in poetry~
