I've wanted to die. Needed to cry.
I hope you enjoy this piece. Have a great day ahead.
This is kind of confession. What I can't say, I write.
Predictable Sy is predictable :)
I crave her caress. Desire her love.
Feel it needs more but im poorly so to hell with it
My knees are the colours of plums and queen olives. Not a serious poem, dinnae fash yersel's
Trying to employ a little Tennyson.
I'd be a fool, to think I could do, better than you,
Very important life lessons
I am sober, and that’s okay.
Take me to the wild, and let me be free. Let me explore, the land, the coast, the sea.
My scars are like the stars. Too many to count.
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