When nightfall previals,
I wander the streets,
Searching,
Hoping,
For answers,
Answers to these questions,
That reside in my mind.
Every time I try,
To find reasons why,
You left me,
I conclude my hunt empty handed,
Losty in a pool of misery,
I try, but nothing ever seems to subside.
Why can't I just let go,
Of these curiosities,
That I keep,
Why can't I just put it to the side,
Nothing seems to satisfy me,
Someday, I will find the answers to my thoughts.
You try to hold me back,
Try to drag me down,
But you can't,
For my destination is in sight,
It's time for me to know the truth,
About these lies that tear me up inside.
I've spent month after month searching,
To find out why you left,
Still all I know is that,
These lies eblong to you,
And you belong to death...
















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Peer pressure is the new black.
thanx.
and im on now, and its 12, except the wrong 12. whats the difference between 12 and 12 anyway.
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The crimson lust will pour from your cold wounds at the time of your shrill demise...
Check out my gallery!!! ---> [link]
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What is it when you see someone with a plant and soil inside their head?
Visit my gallery! or else.....
[link]
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The crimson lust will pour from your cold wounds at the time of your shrill demise...
Check out my gallery!!! ---> [link]
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