I want to burn all
remnants of who I used to be
Only embody what needs to be
A history of an ill-washed wake
Needs to reinstate… 34 more words
This pain. This unasked-for, bewildering, deeply sad pain. This resilient, consuming, all-time favourite habit, all-time favourite addiction.
This bully-soldier that’s rooted, hidden, whispering ever so quietly projections that bubble into thoughts, slowly and subtley turning you crazy; what’s wrong with you? 132 more words