At some point, my world was consumed with you
Now I'm going to let you in on a secret, it wasn't you
It was every person I created to replace you
The ones who were supposed to be there now
The ones who were supposed to help heal the mental scarring
I realized too late, that wasn't moving on
So I did thing only thing I could do
I killed them, I killed them all
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Acrimony, Forgiveness, and Me
PoetryI write best when I'm angry. I'm write best when I'm pissed off. I write best on the note apps. I write best when I feel too much. I write best when I think about you, and them and everyone. These poems will most likely be short, problem or not, I d...
