Tuesday, September 29

What is wrong with me?---Epitomy of pathetic poetry....i need inspiration besides the tears..

The more I run away away from him,
The faster I want to run back.
The more I promise not to speak to him,
The more I realize what I lack.

The more I think I will not cry,
The heavier the tears become.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Why cannot I become numb?

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