The structure is gone.
The structure is gone, so of course everything's different.
I should've held on to the railing, but now I've fallen and it's just another pile in the scrap heap.
I've seen empires fall, alliances broken.
It's not over until the fat lady has spoken. (no body shaming intended)
It's like time has stopped, but only for me.
They're out there in the wildflower fields, frolicking in the midday.
I lay here in my prison cell waiting for the secret pathway.Hi lovelies! Sorry that I haven't updated in a while. I have been really tired lately, so my life is a little slow right now. Thank you for all your support!
Byeeeee! (#>~<#)
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Quiet
PuisiThese are just some random poems about me and my life. Some of them are a little bit emotional. Feel free to eat a tub of ice cream while reading. I won't mind. Just don't get any of it on the couch.