I am at a crisis. Save me from this hell. The hell that you imprisoned me in. The very same that makes me wish I were dead. Although, I love life; you make me despise my existence. Do I become denial of such torture and treachery? Or do I shout to my savory?
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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~
