Say goodbye to me.
I'm done with the games.
You can't even speak,
to whisper my name.
Just walk away from me,
and let me be strong.
I'm sorry that you weren't able
to prove me wrong.
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welcome to my unreal reality. :)
- BlahBlahBrooklyn
- I'm not like anyone else around me. Writing helps me get out what I keep bottled inside. The good, the bad, the beautiful, the hideous. I can get it all out by simply grabbing my laptop or even a pen and a piece of paper and jotting down how I feel at that particular moment. If it wasn't for writing, I'd be and even bigger basket case than I am now.
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