These words come flying out
Like a water spout
Uncontrolled, and unclean
Words that I never really mean
Words that try to ruin this dream
Words that make me scream
This tearing awful pain inside
Could even make the darkness run and hide
There is really only one thing I need
And that is the perfect dream
-A.S
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Another Tragic Story
PoesiaA collection of the thoughts and feelings I'm too afraid to share. These words are things I see, hear, taste, and feel. These are the words of my life on a page, this is the tragedy I see.
