Looking back on past events.
I was insane back then.
Screaming, attention-hogging just to get a little cent
Of attention.
Wasn't feeling it.
Past makes us what we are today,
I am not proud.
Made me aware now
I am lost.
Help.
I'm fine.
Do not want a session.
Blood.
Nothin' But the Killing.
I was insane then.
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Poems of the Dearest Soul
ŞiirPoems of the Dearest Soul. Eccentric. Makes your heart melt. These Poems and short stories are all what you need during your off time. Romance. Suicide. Adventure. Realistic Fiction. Any genre known to man (or woman) Comment what other poem you wa...
