The dreams that he makes at nights he blames himself for them ..
He blames himself
So much
that he's afraid to sleep again .
{M}.
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Wendy House
Poetry" Once apon a time, the bygone was draw breathing in front of our eyes but soon we perceived that they passed through our eyelashes , like a wind rushed through ". -------------------------------------------- Another poetry ... Hope you all enjoy r...
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The dreams that he makes at nights he blames himself for them ..
He blames himself
So much
that he's afraid to sleep again .
{M}.
