name a label,
identity,
the poor people that want to be.
you've been there,
you've done that,
now you're looking like a prat.
you're the fourth,
you're the whøre,
you came knocking at my door.
all the doors,
they let you in,
they let you crawl under their skin.
you screwed them all,
ripped up their lives,
the consequences shall arrive •
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Boo you whore ✌️but I might bulk post a load of these at some point bc IVE got another few waiting and Yep.
YOU ARE READING
not the truth
Poesie•a piece of my soul bundled in lies and rhymes and late night tears and fears and thoughts and rarely the truth•
