Perhaps if people keep leaving me it's because they don't like me.
Perhaps there's something wrong with me.
I spent nights and days hating on their hurtful words and decisions.
But perhaps there're not the issue. It could be me. It has to be. Because I don't see any explanation other than that.
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- Gloomy words for gloomy days -
PoetryHello there, it's nice to meet you. Just a small collection of texts that quarantine and loneliness have increased a lot lately. So I thought I would put them somewhere. And somewhere happened to be here. Also - this is a little disclaimer I gues...
