What is the reason we are born
Only to be torn
Not only am I afraid
I wake up from my nightmare
To find I've been awake
I'm on cloud nine
I've been since 09'
I can't say I'm sadder
Because to face the truth
Means I'm no longer a youth
Can't let my soul be dried
And maybe that's the reason
I don't want to go outside
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Midnight Thoughts
Poetryword by word they tell her, in the dead night. she screams for someone to find her, but she can't escape her skin. {midnight thoughts, collection of poems I wrote}
