To each their own.
This is dedicated for all of you who give yourselves to others.
We don’t choose when our vices come to call.
I don’t make promises anymore.
The road to poetry is littered with demons. What will you do with them?
Disappointment is hard to swallow
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Where opportunity lies
I’m not ashamed of being happy. Not anymore.
Every vagina-haver’s least favorite visitor.