These empty pages fill my heart. almost like the lies that did us part. I’ve never been enough and the fact that I never will, is a scary thought. it seems the more that I try, the faster that I die the stronger that I grip, the more these stitches seem to rip. nothing I could ever do, could save me from this mind no matter what I leave behind, or how I mastermind, it all seems to find its way to shine.
In the soul of the city, the four wheels, the scream for pity. Mercy screamed louder than her voice. Little girls sleeping promised with their toys. Not even one, the strong, the brave, the soldier, the slave. No one could
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