Was there ever a time without this hatred?
Was there ever a time without this pain?
All I see are shattered reflections
Takes a look at yourself, you aren't the same
Was there ever a time without confusion?
Was there ever a time without this shame?
All I have left are cruel fixations
Take a look at ourselves, we aren't the same
- Steve R. W.
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Poetry
PoetryPoems by (mostly) me. They will not all make sense, but it doesn't matter.
