Raw, reality, that I like you, but i'm still not on your way; raw, solitude, that even in my house makes me feel cold. Raw, is the pain, but I still love you, no matter the reason that life gave to me, no matter this sadness, and it's sharpy perfection.
Raw reality, that's what I live for now, dulling my sadness was a success, but I still feel loveless and upset...
I think I'm just gonna tear my eyes to not see my love, cause it's my dissapointment what I have to take control...Reality succesfully made me feel really bad, cause it cuts the raw skin of my heart...
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I Will Never Go Through
PoetryHappiness, is where a coward guy never will go throught...