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The above 20 lines are in invisible ink
It took me all day, tell me, what do you think?

I love her/him so much
It hurts
But the good kinda way
I'm at a loss of words

The pain keeps changing
From good to bad
When I realise
It was all in my head

"For I couldn't write an encyclopedia that would describe you well enough"

I write poetry and my hands shake a lot. I'm the product of a 15 year old drug addict and a 20 sum year old college drop out. I was born into a family who normalized ****. Now I'm an 18 year old coming to terms with childhood abuse and abandonment fear. Recently diagnosed with borderline personality disorder, something I'm not sure I'll ever over come.
So this is me. A high school drop out, unemployed, battling all forms of addiction, at war with too many demons.


Craving an up.