Sometimes I walk at night all alone
he follows me home
He follows me home
He speaks in mumbles and moans
I mimic his tone
Repeating his poem
Wraps up my hands and leads me to his throne
Forever we roam
forever we roam
He tells me that one day we'll share a soul
and now I know
this is my home.
YOU ARE READING
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Cerita PendekIt started with a journal, a small, stupid journal. And now it seems the world is crashing down on me. And all I have to prove myself, to show people I exist, is that book. And now that you are reading my story, I pray to God you don't share the sam...
