"Piercings"
I have pierced these words through my brain, "Sleep are for the weaks, sleep are for the weaks" so I don't. I have pierced these words through my brain, "Crying are for losers, crying are for losers" I wish I could stop. I have pierced these words through my brain, "He won't come back, he won't come back" but I refuse to believe so.
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// 𝙋𝙤𝙚𝙢𝙨 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙧𝙮 𝙎𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙨 //
PoetryToast to our moments that became memories! Memories that became our lessons And lessons that made our souls hungry Only capable of filling it up by indulging into the world of poetry
