Sick and tired of all this waiting, who knew looks were so misleading?
Took to many now I'm seeing doubles, party too hard to forget my troubles.
Everything's in black and white, there's a haze in my sight.
Though I long to leave the light of day, I know there would be hell to pay.
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dark poems
RandomPacked full of sad and demented poems that come from a lonesome and twisted mind. (a few of the poems r gonna b circle poems cuz that is my favorite style but there will b other types as well)
