I write a lot of poetry but as of late I’ve been looking at the world through broken windows. They cracked under the pressure of holding things in just like my heart did and no matter how much I write about love, truly I’m afraid of it, afraid of messing up somehow. I have a tendency of making things like this piece of writing longer than they need to be. I guess what I’m trying to say is..
"I’m sorry for being a mess.”
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