Sitting here with you telling me it was all my fault.
That I shouldn't live any longer, that I'm worthless.
It's good to know who I can trust in this life I live in.
It's good to know the good from the bad.
The heros from the villains.
The sparks of life to the poisonous deaths.
Now I know where I belong...
I'm in between what can I say? No ones perfect.
But there agin neither are you.
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Words Unspoken
PoetryThese are poems I write, there just things that come upon me:) I hope you guys like them!
