No matter how loud I yell for help , no matter how much I try to reach your hand, I still can't seem to pick myself up , it seems as if I'm falling deeper each day, facing the hurtful truth, nobody can save my soul.
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PoetryMy mind is dark, intensive and sexual. P.s: This is a mature content, and may get sexual at times. Please read at your own risk. Higest rank #10 as of 13/3, 18/3, 24/3 #9 as of 30/3 #6 as of 3/8 #3 as of 4/9 And #1 in sad poems tag 4/9
