oh, miss believer,
my pretty weeper,
your twisted mind,
like snow on the rooftops,
your shaking shoulders,
prove that it's colder.
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Sad Words Written Out of Context
Poetrysmall sad words and maybe sometimes some happiness and hope. this won't end until i have learnt how to love myself. then a new era will start. - hope y'all readers are okay if you need advice look at the last chapter.
miss believer
oh, miss believer,
my pretty weeper,
your twisted mind,
like snow on the rooftops,
your shaking shoulders,
prove that it's colder.
