Brief Intermissions

This very moment,I prefer to die. And,I don’t know why. Just,So much Anger overflowing the bottle I’ve kept shut inside I,Can’t seem to notice the brighter side.So,I smoke.Until the smoke becomes a canvas I can paint my dreams on.Even if it all disappears,Eventually.Inevitably… *Side Note* Hopefully everyone reading this right now is feeling good, doing... Continue Reading →

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