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228 · Mar 2019
Home
Jack Mar 2019
There is a place I want to go.
Somewhere I need to find.
A place familiar to home.
We can go.
Just me and you in this unknown place we call home.

Love me, cherish me, Bury me.
I would do the same.
Until the very end you shall have me and this unknown place we call home.
About a girl I met on my travels.
89 · Mar 2019
Liar.
Jack Mar 2019
I walk a graveyard of a thousand lies, shattered and broken stained glass pieces I walk upon.
They don't see me they don't hear me but silence me they try,
upon my throne of empty promises and hollow dreams, I see the horizon drawing to a close.
One more grave and I shall never rise, will this end with my demise.

— The End —