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Look at me, A Storm whose lost his Rain. What’s the point, Of a scar that caused no pain? Close your eyes, Pretend there’s a shooting star. Let them in, Don’t ask them who they are. Lie again, Keep up the whole facade. I’ve always known, I’m so much worse than flawed. |
They call it a Black-Hole.| Posted on 2019-12-22 00:00:00 | by poetotoe | [ Reply to This ] | |