One day
One day i sat,
Wishing for the rain but then it stormed
I was drowning and you came by
With your black umbrella
Covering me from the rain
But i was already soaked,
Bone deep
You tried so hard to fix it
But maybe i’m just a lost cause
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ØVERTHINKING
PoetryØverthinking leads tø fear. Fear leads tø anxiety. Døn't knøw what's inside øf me. F A L L I N G Everyøne has their demøns. Søme møre than øthers. These are mine
