As you walk across this broken land this place feels so bland
No one lends you a hand
What did we do to earn this debt?
We did it all and we're not done yet
YOU ARE READING
Lost In Myself
PoetryTo those who get lost and don't wanna be found. A collection of short stories and poems... *Short stories aren't as prevalent (Copyrights to readingwithunicorns) *I give copyrights to those who I use quotes from* *Completed
