🎧Boy Singing
I made her like this;
Now her mind is clouded with mist.
I broke her, my harsh words tore her apart;
How can she still have a heart?
I shredded her mind, she was alone;
Now my faults tear at my bones.
Her sanity was sold, when she was bought;
Should have saved her, it's all my fault.
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Music of Life
Thơ caThis is a book of songs and poems that I've written, and the theatrical versions of them that I think it would be. Hope you enjoy!
