Why
Don't you want me
I'm waiting
For some clue
That you feel the way
I know I do
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I thought I was beginning to move on
But you were the first in so long
That made me want to be wrong
About these thoughts I had learned
That told me I wasn't of any worth
And I wouldn't be missed buried neath dirt
Yet here I am, still standing alone
Just like I knew
I'd end up all along
YOU ARE READING
A Log of My Deterioration
PoetryMy writings of me being fucked up and venting. Each chapter is an individual work (Unless otherwise stated). Also, I've no idea what I'm doing.
