Poems from weepingwillowtree

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fiction is my reality
You know that train I was talking about? I think it took a wrong turn Cuz now i just feel                                      misplaced...
If i jumped on a train Where would it take me? How far would I ride it? Would I be free? A passenger on its many painted boxcars A tourist...
They start from the moment i wake up “You piece of shit”                               “go kill yourself”             “Your pathetic...
hey you,yes you, the person reading this?I've been there too you know.swept under by the waves of depressioncrippled by dark thoughts ...
Ink  It leaves a black stain Where the needle grazed my skin Marking a moment of impulse and rebellion When my body wanted to hurt But my...

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