How To Fix
At the end of the day
It's only I who will know
The truth of my ways
The master of the show
It's only I who can kill
The hate within my soul
Because only I understand
Where to find the hole
From where the love leaks
And why it does so
But when even I can not see
How to patch the tears
And no one else knows
From where the blood flows
Who will save me
From leaking until all is free
And there's nothing left of me
But someone else's memory?
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Random Stuff - Part II
RandomThis is a random book. With a lot of poetry. And other things, too. Find out by reading, maybe? Please? ♡ Cover credits // @SoullessSkin (you should check her out btw, she's also a great writer) "Her eyes spoke beautiful words unlike most beautiful...
