Bruises makes me numb,
Wounds makes me weak,
Scars makes me believe,
that this pain will never cease.
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Forbidden Thoughts
PoetryI've written some poetry I don't understand myself. This is where i found myself waking up in 3 am, the sun itself was just rising, and the birds that been singing. This is a collection of my basic random poems that I've written all over the back pa...
