The Strength of Nerve
11/29/18
When the traffic lights start to grey as my eyes fill with gloss, I always remember how much I can possibly hate those that I love. Is that messed up?
- j.a.m
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Poetry[PROSE POETRY] this is me voicing my thoughts on my everyday life. Started: 10/26/18 Ended: *ongoing* Copyright © 2018 EMOTICK All Rights Reserved.
