Poems from armstrongannlibby

they lied. you aren't locked up to save you from yourself. you're locked up because they keep beautiful things in cages.
MAYBE IF I WRITE SOMETHING CLICHE I'LL FINALLY BE ACCEPTED BY MY PEERS. HERE GOES:   LOVE IS HARD. LOOK UP AT THE STARS. CRYING. LOVE THE...
tell me to go to hell tell me i'll burn there tell me i'm the devil's spawn i really dont fucking care   tell me you'll pray for me tell...
  Through the hazy smoke-filled room, blue tinted people were everywhere. They were kissing each other drunkenly, throwing up, half...
  I’m actually quite surprised as to how I managed to survive that shower. I had a mental breakdown really. Well, right before it I was...

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