The whispering in the wind crashes against the world.
The whisper in our ears.
Tell us a different story them what our forefathers told.
Isn't that interesting how everyone lies.
How even the wind can compare against us?
Yeah I know.
It's hollowing to feel that way, I love how life is that way.
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Midnight Thoughts
Puisi-I hate how I'm still here- -staring at the stars littering the sky- -watch how differently they treat us- -love is possible but it's so hard to find- -don't trust the voice in your head- "these are my midnight thoughts, I write them down and re...
