“I know I cry a lot and there is blood on my wrists from last nights troubles. But baby I want you to know that I love you, I love you, I love you as much as my fucked up heart will allow.”
— Unknown
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PoetryA collection of poems that I have collected over the years, and/or some of my very own poems. trigger warning, some stuff is not at all friendly.
