Time,

A healer of wound?

Or a concealer of doom

I'm a ticking time bomb

I self sabotage

Everything i touch

It ends up destroyed

Everyone i meet, i want to avoid

A void is in me

i can feel it eating me

For how long will i keep this up?

For how long will i be messed up?

For how long..

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Teride Minde

A writer with thoughts like a beetle coupled with the tenacity of a squirrel.





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