This shouldn't be what I do. It's almost a sin. Practically a felony. Why do it even do it? It's always a new tragedy. Now everyone is my enemy. I want to destroy the little I have left. What will it do if I'm a theft.
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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~
