Closing the door
Falling on my knees
Praying for the truth
Without opening my mouth
Who I am?
Who I want to be?
When I'm gonna see the true me?
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Lame Thoughts
PoetrySome lame stuff. Someone told me that I should write poems, but I can't write poems. But if you're intrested, you can read.
Lame thought #17
Closing the door
Falling on my knees
Praying for the truth
Without opening my mouth
Who I am?
Who I want to be?
When I'm gonna see the true me?
