[Inspo from a friend of mine]
My life is black with the same mad, upset it feels like I've always had.
I love my life but it makes me sad.
I miss the one I used to have.
My current one is dull and dark, how long has it been since it lost its spark?
I miss my old one but where's it gone.
How far is it from the start of it's run?
It's gone and its taken all that's good of me with it.
And now all I am is cold, angry, empty and withered.
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Wanton Abandon
PoetryNice to meet you!(I think?) I've never written a description before, so I'll just use it to make somethings clear: #1. I do NOT own the picture above #2. I appreciate it when; and encourage you to correct errors in my grammar.(As long as your not a...
