I am a bullet. So don't forget your guns, because without them I am nothing.
Hi, I'm Emily.
I write poems with a hopeless attempt to lift some pressure off my chest.
I can't stand where I live, but I have no idea where I want to go.
I am flooded with an ocean of apathy. And as I began to feel nothing for my past memories, I slowly slip into melancholy.
The future is a sinkhole that will soon consume our days as the ground slowly caves, eventually swallowing the existence of all that lies above.
What diseased minds.
We work to save our money, just to buy our own caskets.
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This is my blog page. If you want to find my poetry you can find it on:
www.friendproject.net/xXBustedVeinsXx ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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