How does it feel to like a ghost ?
How does it feel to keep a dead image in mind ?
How does it feel to be both rotten and sweet ?
Is it funny to you, does it make you smile
When you think of everything you've done ?
When you think of every back you've stabbed ?
I'm tired to smile at you, just let it go
I'm not weak anymore.
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Homeless Poems
PoetryPoetizer used to be free but now I'm homeless ;-; so here are some poems that I plublished there to avenge myself (I'm already missing the app-)
