Time heals.' no, time makes things worse. Time makes me realize all the things I've lost. Time gives us more chances to fuck up. Time reopens wounds we thought where held. The more time the more i hate you. The more time the more I miss you. Because all I did was give you time. And all you did was waste mine. So im done with time, I might not make it to tomorrow, but that's okay, because now, I live in today.
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Kalopsia
Poetrykalopsia (n.) The delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are. .................... This is just a book with random poems I've written. Hope you enjoy!
