I'm so so so tired,
Its like everything I touch burns in fire,
I've had my fair share of pain,
And become such a good liar,
That I think I know when I sound lame,
So of course I've always looked sane,
I can't find the end,
Like I've been left by myself to fend,
Always clinging to ghostly hope,
Even if I might break if I continue to bend,
With closed eyes I'll hang on to the rope.
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an attempt at poetry
PoetryJust a couple words thrown here and there trying to, with ink, show what I mean. START W/ THE LATEST CHAPTERS PLEASE!! (I swear they're much better than the first ones) (I'm sorry for the first couple of ones jejeje) ps. English is not my first lang...
