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Cold soul
Weary heart
Have to drag 'em along wherever I go
Hostage of shame
Fiend of darkness
We just don't reap whatever we sow
Accustomed to isolation
Angel to vultures
My pieces falling apart with a motion so slow
Bloody eyes
Unconscious mind
Fate strikes with such a blow
What have I done to me?
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❇ I'd rather be anywhere
Anywhere but here❇
If someone's about to commit suicide in front of you, what would say to stop them?
Just asking.
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Locked Up
Poetry❝How naive of me To think that the Devil would show up With demons and horns And everything opposite of joy . He being the deceiver he is Had the most beautiful eyes And everything which convinced me I'm home ❞ || welcome...
