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 Dec 2019 Izzy
Wolfie Bandit
I’m fine


I’m depressed
Misunderstood

F*cked up
I’m suicidal
Nothing
Empty
I’m fine is what we all say but really are we fine or are we hiding lies
 Nov 2019 Izzy
Bummer
There was a knife by the window.
There was a pair of shaking hands.
There was a letter he could barely read.
There was a silence in the room.
There was a coffee scented candle.
There was a broken music box.
There was a photo of a stranger.
There was the death of a poet.
 Nov 2019 Izzy
Gamaliel
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 Nov 2019 Izzy
Gamaliel
darker days ahead,
my heart grows tired and weary -
why do you hate me

— The End —