some days I call you my sweetheart
but, my love, I'll tear you apart
'cause some day I'll throw you away
but who could love you dear
you are swimming with fears
you're lucky you might have me
you rip up your head
your own body to shreds
yeah, you're lucky you might have me
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The Conflicted Color Pallet
Poetrythis is more or less my diary shared to literally the entire world. have fun exploring my deepest thoughts.
