Violate
"I cannot go through this again."
The second I whispered those words my fate had been sealed.
A promise made is a promise broken.
It is the hymn of destruction that the weak utter without knowing it's awful power.
It is a summoning.
The tides turned the axis of the world to roar and crash upon me when I was too sober to even lift up my head.
I fucked up and I challenged the world by trying to quit.
I had to go through it again.
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LazLozer
Hello! I have always been fascinated in the power and raw force of the written word! I am simply a young person trying to navigate the world today whilst trying to find an outlet for my emotions. Right now my poetry is pretty stuck into melodramatic emotional self-centered bullshit, but I'm hoping to hone it to be more extroverted and relevant to other people in the world.
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