Sometimes I couldn't forgive myself...for things that I ain't doing, for the life that I ain't living, for the love that I ain't giving, for the hurt that I am carrying...for all those words that I ain't speaking...for not being me..sometimes I couldn't forgive myself for everything that I do to myself.
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Withering petals of my hurting heart
PoetryA collection of poems that I wrote when my whole existence felt like a joke and I felt shackled by my own demons.
