Sometimes, when I look at the mountains, those blue peaceful bulging lands over the busy city, I want to run away from me and never come back. Like myself is the worst place I could ever be in. Because there are things I wish I never knew, I wish never happened, and I wish would disappear from my memory. To stop haunting me. But there are also things I want to see grow in me. I want to see these things smiling and giving it their best shot. I want to see these things cry from happiness, to feel every possible emotion out there and write about it.
These are my reasons that I stay.
So, I stay.
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Love, Pain & Poetry [✓]
PoetryI think of you. I think of you in the very depths of my mind. Like Lava you flowed through, Burning my brain cells to dysfunction. A collection of original poems and prose about Love, Pain, and Poetry.
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