He told me everything would be alright
To slip off my clothes and take a picture
I was fascinated by the lust I called "Love"
So I did what he said
Every lonely night he had, I was there
Trying to help him drown his sorrows
But it was too late
He was already broken
And I couldn't save him
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Letters to the Anonymous
PoesíaEverything that you're feeling, I feel it too I'm you just on another screen Read your deepest thoughts here And soon you'll see me too
