I felt like I had to tell someone something.
Felt like there was something to get off of my chest.
Until I realized that it was me.
I was supposed to tell myself something.
Something important I guess.
Something life changing.
Though ultimately I chose not to and it's become very evident that I'm wrong.
I ruined something.
I'm sure of it.
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Dreams Over Reality
PoetryA compliation of poems and skits. The skits are no longer being continued. Most poems are about me and the events around me. Read my story This is my story.
