Stand tall, i made friends with the vicious.
only fall, when i saw a smile so precious.
betrayed myself just to prove
there is no big deal to be in love.
wore my heart on the sleeve,
i found peace in misery.
drowned in a sea of devotion.
i wanna breathe free.
you dont let me.
-this is the point where we both, you and i, lose me.
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The Wanderer
PoetrySomewhere in between times, there are souls wander around to find something to believe in. Something to hope for.
