My excuses, my fighting, my love.
Are all my excuses of being tired.
Tired of all the bullshit, my bullshit the most. I gave you everything all in return for your love, but I got nothing in return all my sacrifices gave me hope that one day you would change.
Hoping is my motivation, I have alot of it and most of it gets crushed but i still have hope.
I remain in the dark always searching for a light switch.
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Poetry : A King's Poverty
PoetryA description of a king is almost defined by the way there Kingdom is perceive "Perfect" Nobody knows that, the ruler of the Land wears two crowns with two different coronation, One crown is for his might, the other is the side he never shows. As yo...
