That shameless mouth of yours had bleed a ton of blades through words. This world is a stage and you are no judges. Living is no competition. This is a circle, so shut your mouth, and advance the cycle.
-roseesesch
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Broken
PoetryThis poem is written by my thoughts, past and heartbreaks. This is where I put all the bleeding words in my head. A broken poem from a broken pen. And this poem is not just for me. I also write to rescue those dying hearts. I write for those who can...
