DiseaseA Poem by k.s.I had the habit of blaming others for my misfortunes. Not realizing that these mistakes and this blood on my hands, was no one else but mine. I had to own the darkest parts of myself, and display them for everyone to see. This mess has become me. © 2017 k.s. |
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