stripes
my life is just a bunch of stripes
crying
why does my life depend on stripesthe four stripes of life
one goes down
and the hope that it brought with it
lost
im such a fucking clownanother one dies
the sunflowers
that made life so nice and happy
even darker turn the skiessecond to last disappears
those are the people
who have supported you the entire time
they away, gone, nowhere
one of my biggest fearsone stripe stays standing
weak, small
nothing mere but a dot
slowly, it disintegrates too
nothing to call
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Poetry
PoesiaI publish my (emo) poems here. *・゜゚・*:.。..。.:*・'(*゚▽゚*)'・*:.。. .。.:*・゜゚・*