Why do i have to title thisI’m finding it hard to write these days, Maybe the medicine is working. I always found my inspiration when it wasn’t God, I swear I loved writing. Now, it’s just these letters and words, They lifelessly form sentences of no meaning Instead of my proudest moments of ink That revealed my storms I miss the way I found the perfect sonnets inside my nerves, Where a heart was love instead of a mindless organ. I talked to Vincent the other day. Actually, he kind of just listened. Sure, he shot himself, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t hear me. I woWhy do i have to title this
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She looked at me as if I were poison Crawling up in her veins and into her head She had never been this depressed,
Though what has ever happened to make her that way I smiled at her pain And went back to breathe the air of that day She’s thinking of the pain she was feeling now And how I caused it She wishes she could have given it to me I told her it was impossible I told her I wish I could take some of the insecurities The truth was, I wanted her to feel it This was hard, but it wasn’t painful. She said it wasn’t fair. &n
i was just wondering how i put a picture like in my about me thing like urs
ahah this is cassie
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sometimes things can't be perfect
all the time; that i know.
sometimes you've just got to learn
to let the things you love go.
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They don't know nothing about redemption.
They don't know nothing about recovery.
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