Folkswell its all i got to say
born titles" not finalised"i was born. to hit the floor. i was born. for been poor. to suffer. from the lies of the summer.born titles" not finalised"
(1)and a rise could make changes but i've lost all my changes.
i've been lost. in my mind. the time. was harder to find. i had to fall and losing all
(1)
(2)Feel the pain feel the fame but i always take the blame
(3)for one day i wont pray and pretending life's ok
I rose I took my chances and i hope it will make some changes
it's me againCigarettes "not finished"Make me suffer. Make me sufocate. Make me turn to ashes.Cigarettes "not finished"
'Cuz i'll do it too. time is FACT, that everyone falls like
You.
cry in your mother's arm.
don't tell her why there's no more farm.
Im killing, and create a Chaotic fealing but you know it would affect your healing dont ask why you'll leaving.
this world...
Crazy
Poetry is....Poetry is: Hope. Despair. Happiness. Sadness. Anger. Hatred. It is all that and more. Poetry is life. It is everything and everywhere. Poetry is death. It is nothing yet something. Poetry is dreams. It is the night like sleep that we cannot remember when we wake. Poetry is me. It is you. It is us. Poetry is.Poetry is....
Scorpio
Stuck
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Do I really seem to care what you think?
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