With trees made of shadows,
And a dollar's worth a cent,
Where what people say,
Is not what they meant.
With smiles drawn with metal,
And words are twisted, starined and untamed,
And hope is made of lies too,
Our realities are very far from the same.
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The Catalyst To My Goodbye
RandomPoetry, probably some literature, and a whole lot of mess. Warning: themes of depression, suicidal thoughts, self-harm, sexual/domestic abuse, death, anxiety and loneliness.
