he's not evil,
he's just hurting
and confused,
and alone.
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𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲
Poetry𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐞 "𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞...
𝐡𝐞'𝐬
he's not evil,
he's just hurting
and confused,
and alone.