It was easier when I was angry
When I was filled with hate
When I wanted nothing more
Than your head on a plate
It’s harder now I’m ‘better’
As the bitterness subsides
For all I have been left with
Is this hollowness inside
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
It was easier when I was angry
When I was filled with hate
When I wanted nothing more
Than your head on a plate
It’s harder now I’m ‘better’
As the bitterness subsides
For all I have been left with
Is this hollowness inside
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 
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Aw, thank you! 👍🖤
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This is great. If you’ve eaten the head, you must be full anyway!😂🖤
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🤣🤣🤣🖤
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🙂🖤
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I can definitely relate to this! ❤
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Thank you my friend 👍🖤
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I second that. Really true words 💚
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Thank you so much 🖤🖤
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It emptied you, hoping you will be filled with something nice. 🙏
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I hope so my friend! 😊🖤
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Ah, a familiar feeling. It’s good when that one finally drops too.
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Definitely 🖤
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❤
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You’re killing me. I know you are not hollow. The feast you serve is too rich.
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Aw, that’s such a lovely thing to say.
Thank you my friend 🖤🖤🖤
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The truth and nothing but the truth.
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🖤🖤🖤
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