my world comes flailing around the smell of bleach the only sound my brain pounding, beating my skull it's slowly killing and tearing me apart what is this hell i'm put through every day? it consumes my being my whole i'm forgotten in this caous this time i will not be found i won't be forgotten those around me will carry on they will cry for a day the hope will fade away broken peices will be peiced back together one will be long lost
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the notebook in paris
PoetryPoems from yours truly. There may be some dark themes so probably don't read this
