Dark nights, bright lights
Surrounded by madness
Sing songs, beer pong
Give strain and sadnessNobody knows how to fit in
Water colors, soothing mothers
Falling down to sin
Resting heads of loving brothers
Thrown away in a binSadness, madness, hope, and hate
Taking what never files
You never know if it's too late
Finding those to beguileTick, tick, tock
Rain drips
Tick, tick, tock
Love drops...
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How I Became
Non-FictionRandom Stories here and there about my life. Rant, Poems, hope, despair