I lose myself in my words and I lose myself. You'll find pieces of my thoughts here, like shattered crystal. Poems are stories from the heart I suppose but these are hardly poems. They are more things I never said.
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My eyes were bloodshot and my heart was internally bleeding It wasn't broken or torn apart It was just bleeding out cause the invisible arrow you shot managed to puncture it
