I think I just remembered something,
I feel the dread of lying coming up my throat.
Oh no there it goes,
The truth I hid with a few lies.
You thought you knew me then,
Like you know me now.
But this changes everything.
I can't even open my mouth,
or stand to admit it myself,
I'm so sick and tired of myself,
And I'm all too prone to hate myself.
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The Damning Of My Poet Soul
PoetryAnd all it took was one neat paragraph in pen. Enjoy some small teen me starting from like 2016 to like idk late 2018 I think early2019 I'm doing some rereading and retitling cuz numbers idk Thank you readers for over 4k reads. like is it good tho...
