I've lost my mind and I'm running out of time, I'm sinking like an anchor in this open sea. We are all alike, we are born to die and die to be free. But even then who knows if we're really free, who said there's a place after this? What if we're already dead, and we're just sitting in hell.
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The Story Of A Teenage Dirtbag
PoetryThis is composed of all my writings, simple poetry that expresses how I feel
