Long Island
When I write poetry, I can feel flowers growing out of my fingertips. Blissfully moody and miserably young. Always loving, always cursing. Mental illness survivor, …
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"Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to …
29/We're all a bit mad here.
To each One's own, but I'm keping mine. Everyone has a piece of the divide, but some motha'fucka's really oughtta just give it back. Blessings …