![]() The DaysA Poem by t.m.
I have hated myself
But never like this Everything is so wrong It makes me sick. The result of it Helps me survive But I am not living And I'd much rather die. I numb myself every time, But afterwards I'm left dirty and trying, Lost inside and crying. Slipping through mud And dirt The end goal when I get home Is to stop the hurt. © 2016 t.m.
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3 Reviews Added on March 14, 2016 Last Updated on March 14, 2016 Author![]() t.m.About"Humankind cannot gain anything without first giving something in return. To obtain, something of equal value must be lost. That is Alchemy's First Law of Equivalent Exchange." - Alphonse Elric "The .. more..Writing
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