Oh it hurts to breathe
Cant you see
What youve done to me
Would you regret
Or even fret
The damage youve made
But could of saved
Would you have changed your mind
Maybe been more kind
If youd known
And Ive had shown
The broken soul within
Or would you have made the same choices
Silenced those voices
And left without a goobye
Let time pass you by
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Chronicles Of Midnight
PoetryComposed of poetry and ideas and scenes from short stories that I probably wont write. A bunch of thoughts that might or might not make sense. #unorganized It gets better the further you read, so just keep reading or skip a few. Me.
