Saturday, December 16

Smells like teen spirit

Vulnerability is weak.
and i hate it when i feel it.

I used to be affront with my speech.
But now, Ive kept my mouth shut.
I dont like who i've become.

Misery is self-generated.
Being happy is a choice.

when will the dark cloud leave?

Oh bother,

Vulnerabilty is weak.

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