Quiet but deadly, simple but eerie
Alls in their place except for me
And in the end I can never be free
Just like how all these handcuffs have gotten on me
I want to let go, I'm already sick of suffering please free me.
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PoetryFormer:LLANÈ:THE STORY OF HOW I FELT And there was She.... The one whose left behind your shadow together with your girl. Staring blankly at your back, bidding a silent farewell..... and each day that passed, she wrote letters and entries that was a...
