I'm an unreliable narrator.
My stories are missing timelines and their details have been diluted by either drugs or depression.
Although that's probably for the best.
Why repeat what I'm urged to remember,
but compelled to forget?
Month: March 2025
Alley
Him
One night split my life
into two separate eras.
Before him and after him.
Detachment
I was unable to feel the detachment that I desperately desired. I instead felt everything that I requested to stay away.
I felt the anger, the jealously, and the unintentional longing. I felt all of the unjust and unexplainable emotions that I had sought so hard to avoid.
Quietly
I hope that when it's time for me to leave,
I go quickly and quietly.
This world has deserved nothing but my screams.
Yet my soul will only seek silence in the end.
AO Poetry 
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