I wish I would not think these things,
I wish the birds would make me sing of lovely medows and best friends,
But
All I think of is the end,
I want to be just like the rest,
But
My heart beats outside my chest,
I try to focus on my gain
But
All I have seen is pain... 💔
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Brainwashed hodophile
Poetryflowers in her hair demons in her head drugs in her veins madness in her mind love in her soul storm in her heart
