I've found myself in a conundrum I've found myself liking the feeling of every lustful thought and the disgust I feel afterwards
I'm guilty
It's all too good to be for me
I'm too corrupt to be free
I've found myself in the arms of my own emotional mutilation
I'm drinking it down and blowing it out
It's too good to be for me
To bad that's all I need to be free
I'm scared
I've found myself unpure
I'm wasted
It's too good to be for me.
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Letters to Me
Poetrythis is a collection of poems written by me. Please feel free to leave any constructive criticism in the comments I'm always open to feed back.
