My morals have changed through the years, like for example in '09 I would of never let dirty hands touch me like you did, in fact I could of sensed from miles away the filth you brought into peoples lives, however you fogged my senses and kept your devious hands behind your back and I really wish I made you show me your hands, because now I'm the embodiment of filth.
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teenage fools
PuisiI write poetry about life, death, love, hurt, depression, and basically everything.
