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L〰JOHN MARK GREEN * poetry * — In your search for love, be careful. The sad...

In your search for love, be careful. The sad truth is that predators can be great pretenders, and they are out there looking for their next victim. Look deeper than the words they say to you.

What soul though? I have no soul left only a jet black heart that feels like it's starting to give up because even my heart knows I shouldn't be breathing anymore

Everything seems to be exhausting me, no matter how sleep I get or how much coffee I drink, something inside of me has given up. My soul is tired. Tired of everything