I WANT TO SCREAM YOUR NAME AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS AND TELL THE WORLD YOU RUINED ME AND I CANNOT WRITE BEAUTIFUL THINGS ABOUT LOVE ANYMORE BECAUSE YOU HAVE RUINED ALL HOPE I HAVE THAT ANY LOVE WILL LAST SO WHAT IS THE POINT OF FOOLING MYSELF INTO THINKING THAT IT WAS GOOD WITH YOU I CANNOT WRITE BEAUTIFUL WORDS BECAUSE I AM TOO ANGRY AT YOU FOR BREAKING WHO I AM
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Summer '17
Poetry"Reality denied comes back to haunt" -Madeline Roux • I keep trying to write about my life and I always try to start at the beginning. It doesn't ever work, I never make it to where I am now in life. So now, I will start writing from here. Just me...
