I HATE SOUNDING LIKE THE VICTIM BECAUSE I KNOW I MADE A MESS OF YOU TOO. I DON'T WANT YOU TO HATE ME, AND I DON'T HATE YOU, NOT EVEN A LITTLE BIT. NO MATTER HOW MUCH THIS FEELING BREAKS ME DOWN, I'VE NEVER MINDED BEING WEAK FOR YOU. BECAUSE WITH YOU EVERYTHING GOOD ABOUT ME CONNECTS LIKE A CONSTELLATION..
AND ISN'T THAT QUITE THE CONTRADICTION?
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Wasteland Deity
PoetryA collection of poems, short stories, thoughts, etc. Trigger warning.
