Excuse me, I'm a bit of a wreck. Hang me on the line and wring imperfections from my neck. Bury your fears deep down inside, use the badass facade as refuge and hide. Showcase my "impurities" as I am a freak show. But little did you know: you are your own demise. I, half your age, am twice as wise.
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Battle- Scars
NáhodnéContinuation of random, tangential thoughts and poems. **MAY BE TRIGGERING**