And when you fall. I swear to god to any, any fucking god up there, who cares at all what I will do, will try to catch you. But my wings are made of glass so when I catch you, you are sure to fall too. And you are most certainly in my eyes not ready to see how far I have already fallen.
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Dying in Vain
AcakAnother poetry book filled with poems, quotes and words combined together to create feelings. I hope I help to relate.
