The Monster Im Made
Piece by piece I keep forgetting why the human experience is so great, but I remember I used to not think this way.....
(If you can read it, you most likely have an "M" too)
When nothing
there is no alone, and
more pity and there is only
the tears are gone, becomes boring,
only anger remains but Hate within self
then comes realization not sitting or standing.
of what that will do. So one becomes silent,
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