He wakes up in a room thats full of regrets
From the past that he wanted so bad to pass
And begone from their heads,the things he've done
In this room he was born and raised for his good
Yet this all turned out to be a major burden
Not only for him but also his brain on the den
Since this is where all his memories were made
In a room with a bed and a closet full of thoughts
The room where he made all of his broken oaths
-August 27,2016
ゆがんだ心
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Imperfect but meaningful words
PoetryA friend has told me once that one of the best ways you can express your feelings, when you cant express them to anyone, is to write them down on a piece of paper. These are what I've come up with in my red notebook
