i often wonder -
what happened to
the boy who didn't care,
who didn't know how to feel?
what happened to
the boy who only cared about
who only loved the sweet
sound of his record player?
—
" Well the blunt truth is - he's dead, Connor, he's dead. "
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RECORD PLAYER. POETRY
Şiir❝ ESCAPISM ISN'T FREEDOM. ❞ She drowns along with the haunting cries of his record player. Except the drowning she suffers from never stops, and like the record player, one can only find their self to listen. 2018 © importedbeverages STATUS : comple...
