I stand and stare, at the mirror
Because it reflects who I am and what I've done
But what if it's wrong?
What if all I do is wrong?
And this whole time I thought I was a good boy
Whereas in reality, my personality has me crazy
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Depressing Rounds
PoetryWell as it seems life is a terrible burden yet it also is a great present. In Depressing Rounds I tried to encap life moments (good and... mostly bad) into a series of poems. When I first started writing this I intended to just make a series of Depr...
