Hurricane Reign

I haven’t been this low In weeks Maybe a month And I guess that’s progress Right? But it’s that season again And I swear I tried to hold it together

The Fight

You think you understand words, Although you’re not sure they understand you. They give you a way to stay afloat, In the ocean that is your mind. This is the


I hate Saturdays. Mornings, afternoons, evenings. All of it. It’s rowdy mornings and wet floors. The sound of my mother screaming bloody murder and the smell of stews soups and

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