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I have a lot of sadness in my life, both past and present which is reflected in my poems. Hopefully I'll be able to write some happy poems soon too. |
Night, pitch, black, forest
Sitting in a lonely forest...
I remember being younger
And no-one seemed to care...
I have nothing left to lose
For I have nothing else to win...
Why am I still screaming?
Why do I keep falling...
I wake up
Grab my happy child kit from under my bed...
She's short with blonde hair
She's tall with blue eyes...
Fake friends
False friends...
You turned towards me
And I turned away...
I wake up
Grab my happy child kit from under my bed...
Why am I still screaming?
Why do I keep falling...