Everything inside of me is upside down and backwards. One thing I know for a fact is that I'm not fucking lost!
I know exactly where I am. I've come to hate that word.
What if I'm fucking okay with what I've done?
Do you fucking hate me for that?
Do you hate the real me you motherfucker?
This is who I am so fucking deal with it!
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Poems and Rants Of A Killjoy
PoetryAll of my thoughts written down in here... This is a place for those who need a safe haven of sorts. Made by one of your own. I hope you can learn from my mistakes. "Come one, come all to this tragic affair..." -Dead! By My Chemical Romance [ON-GOIN...
