continuance, a never ending despair
filled with coal and light fires
with raging forest fires and a sempiternal blue.
love, that faithful red, became my glistening blood
like the silver razor, like this deafening yet silent gun
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Fucked Up
RomanceSome stuff in life is meant to be discontinued, and so many things are meant to happen. After so many tries, one gets so tired of feeling like an idiot and shit is just meant to end. That's it. --- Really no point in reading this since I'm just putt...
