If dreams are dreams then what are nightmares? Just I figment of my imagination but I swear. Something decomposed and thats not something I should've been told but thats not the way it is. In the streets things can become weak but thats not one of my fears. I think that when I come home, everything's gonna be stone then no one or anything is near. But that's ok because that isn't the last words ill say because they are called dreams but I only see the land of nightmares.
I like this but its late so bye
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Anything For You
PoetryShe was beautiful to say the least. But she alone, broken, hurt, and poisoned. Poisoned to death. She hated life so this is for her. I would do anything for her but she's so far away. This is to read when your alone.. I love you
