I am an empty shell of a man, nothing but what could be seen as scraps of a human in me from the past lack of comprehensible love; yet, you still find something in this bruised, pale, and scrapped up body, loving me in such a way that makes me shiver.
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Poems and shit
RandomJust me writing things that I feel like writing, from songs I made to vents in poem version.
