How do I become bad again?
I'm not sure who I'm being heathly.
I am trying to find that hand in the dark, but it is too light, and the blackness is getting farther and farther away.
This is excellent! This is really great!
I'm lost, though.
I always sought serenity, therefore it seems absurd of me to wish to be sick again.
I was convinced that I was going to die at my own hand.
With a rotting brain at its heart, I'm now learning to live life and embrace new experiences.
Wishing for my own demise, I pray. That's just unfortunate.
How pitiful.
My first breath of fresh air, shouldn't I be basking in this new found peace?
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Sunsets and Poetry
PoetryHello :) This is a book filled with different types of poetry written by me! I hope you enjoy <3 I love you. 💗
