Category : Poems

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Right now, my heart says, keep running with it, like I never lost it. Who cares how much it costed, I don't need it because I'm not that fucking busted. 

I was willing to pay the demons prices, because I wasn't fearless. I'd cave and cave until I lost progress, ending up more and more heartless. I wished someone would stop this, and maybe that's why I always made such messes. I'm doing my best here to be different, cuz one day I remember I said I'd make a difference. I'm sick of digging their trenches, these battles are getting pointless when it's always me, myself, and these demons. 

This journey's not over, not until I find inside that four leaf clover that brings out the me who I remember that's better and newer thanks to a self inflicting bruiser.