Pretty little happy pill
Do what friendship never will
Translate my demons into a playground
Where I can hide and never be found
Where I can be tricked into feeling free
And escape this cruel reality
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Words And Oblivion (#Whattys2017)
PoetryRhyme, words, rhythm, and oblivion. | Crack open my soul Feast on my love Use my words As boxing gloves | - E This includes some dark and depressing poems, while others are uplifting. • If you are one of those who doesn't feel the need to push on a...
