If anything, I would and still will blame myself for everything that has ever happened. Let it be from studies, family, relationships and just even the minor inconveniences, I'd blame me. I am to be blamed.
If it weren't for me, someone's daughter wouldn't had felt heartache.
If it weren't for me, my parents can just be proud of their two daughters.
If it weren't for me, my friends wouldn't have to forget that one suicidal friend.
If it weren't for me, a lot of bad things could've been prevented and good things would follow suit.
If it weren't for me, this body that I possess wouldn't have cuts on his wrist, eyebags under his eyes, a twisted mind, a tainted soul.
If it weren't for me, I think the world would be a better place without a dirty peasant like me existing.
I am both the problem, solution and the person to blame for.
A ticking time bomb.
A catalysts.
A parasite.
A human waste.
And all worst things that I've said two feet from the mirror.
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PoetryA list of short stories that I come cross in my life that I had to romanticize and write about
