Crying...doesn't do shit. Saying sorry doesn't do anything either. Begging ain't gonna get you nowhere and praying ain't going to make them come back. You're alone in this world if you like it or not. We're all nobody's trying to find somebody to make us feel like we are something. But we're not. We're just future fossils waiting for our time of death to arrive, to take us away. To make our social medias forgotten and our names in history erased if we don't do anything big for the world to notice. We are nothing, no matter how perfect you feel, you aren't. You're just scared. Aren't you?
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My New Book is Finally Here
My poetry collection Beautiful and Brutal Things is done. It's actually done and finally published over 270 pages. Over a year of my life went into this book. More than a year, really. Long days at my computer, sometimes seven days a week because I couldn't stop even when I probably should have. Then two months of editing that felt harder than the writing itself. But it's finished, and I'm still standing, and the book is real.
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