I loved the night before.. How the darkness embraces me with little stars serving as a light. It makes me calm, mute ㅡ a very peaceful atmosphere.
Now, what have you done? The evening that I once loved, the defeaning silence that I am anticipating to hear, was now replaced with sobs, cries of agony and heartbreak.
Oh, how I despise the nighttime.
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DYSPHORIA ➛〚 POETRY 〛
PoetryWords and lies, Told in a poetry, Buried inside, the heart ㅡ Of yours truly. Highest rank in POETRY: #58 - 09/13/2017 #62 - 09/12/2017 #66 - 09/10/2017
