In a different state.
In a different city.
In a different house.
In a different suburb.
In a different climate.
In a different time zone.
In different school.
It's like it's a different world.
A world where I'm brace enough to kill myself but too scared to say 'hi'.
A world where I have to wear white.
A world so different from my past.
I honestly don't think I will last.
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The Harder Part of Life - Poetry
PoetryYes, this is poetry. You probably won't like it or relate to it but aye give it a go. If you're looking at poetry books on here, you're obviously a creative and open soul so you might be able to empathise with me. I don't know. NOTE: My earlier poe...
