Poetry written by me obviously. I still try sometimes. Life gets hard. Hobbies expand. Words lose their meaning after enough time spent struggling to speak.
Saturday, June 7, 2025
Mismanaged (UF)
My insides are falling out And won't let me sleep I pray to gods I don't believe And he forgets to see I cover it all you know Beneath my sleeves I'm filled with kindness You don't receive Am I a mistake Why do you leave I try my best I promise I'll leave you be
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