A poet with bloodied wrists and knuckles. A poet with a dead dream and poor life. A poet with only love to hold him up, yet still falling.
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Cerita oleh MarshallTankers
All I Need is a Step.
Giving up, stepping from the edge.
Rest in Peace, Mama
I love you, you didn't go unloved.