Remember those days when we could see our breath?
Well, I used to pretend I was smoking a cigarette...
Now here I am staring out at the cold snowy day
Lighting my 5th cigarette
Pleading for the voices to go away
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The Things I Could Never Say (HIATUS)
PoetryCURRENTLY ON HIATUS Just some poems I write ALL ORIGINAL POEMS!! PLEASE DON'T USE WITHOUT PERMISSION!!! other than that ENJOYYYY BEST: 1-#deathpoems 1-#depressedpoems
