Sometimes I wonder what God was thinking.
Weaving a soul so big into a body so small.
Weaving together half of a soul that is needed on earth with one so desperate to leave that it doesn't care whether it sinks or flies.
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Survive: Collected Poems
Költészet~WATTY'S 2019~ ~NOTICE~ AS OF 2/3/19, THIS COLLECTION HAS TOO MANY PARTS! READ VOLUME 2, THRIVE, OUT TODAY! On the pain, love, and passion that makes me human. Potential swearing, mentions of suicide, self harm, depression, rape, etc.
