The same feeling with the last light source, light damages me I find.
Or perhaps because we are the same on life.
Either way, torn between three. I run from thee, and into another two.
They couldn't they are gay.
I feel safe, adoring the smallest one, like the bigger one does.
I must choose, Poly is wrong to all three, but can I ask why I don't I like the ones similar to me?
Why must I choose above the Millenniels?
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Roses, Riddles, and Poetry
PoetryWhatever I'm feeling, I sometimes talk in the language of Riddles. To only I understand, what the meaning is behind each sentence. Will just update this whenever, only making this to express myself.
