I count the days till you tell the truth
I've got my suspicions but no assurances
I wait for nonsense of course
I'm looking forward to facades faded
Walking disasters line the path
Fog surrounds my vision
I can't wait till the lies are left in the dirt
And you are left behind like dust
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Gloom
Thơ caA collection of poems that vary in sadness and happiness, Some are sad and the thought of them hurts Poetry marked mature cause you never know and i like to be prepared But have a look and see if you like I wonder if I can make your heart hurt the...
