I don't know what i want anymore, i mean i could say i want you but you're not my prince and I'm not you're princess. You're not my knight. You wont save me from this fright. I have to do this alone, I have to do this on my own. I have to face these demons, in my mind. I can do this, I don't need a sword or a stone. But I wish i had a hand to hold.
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She's lost In A Sea Of Poetry
PoetryA sea of poetry, of metaphors and similes written by me
