O father, what have I done?
I am on the brink of madness
For once, I am not accountable
My sanity has been washed away
And now lies at the very bottom of my mind
O father, what did I do to deserve this?
I was the son of a princess
And the heir to a throne
But when my life tore apart
You, ruler of gods, did nothing
O father, let me die a peaceful death.
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Poetry for the weak of heart
PoetryA simple collection of somewhat personal poetry. It is mainly directed at the following groups: The fatherless gays. The band kids. The people who didn't have a fnaf phase. The people who want to run away with the love of their life. The people who...
