There's nothing left to heal
though most of pathetic anixety feel
no longer love would be rotten
quite after you betray.
all i do is screm to myself
Everything, Doing everything I can,
It's all about part of my pride...
but, i hate to say I'm proud
still i say, do you hear my echo aloud...
Which type of mesh is it?
too much lye between in pain,
nobody beware it's vain.
for these pleasure SCARS,
i never ment to spites...
i went out of my insane
heart felts torn apart
too much bad at goodbye...
Need to take off "circumstances"
wishing for time machine
to change the past of we
yet it hasn't built...
no magician can do or so
do i shut up? god !
-clean up all the mess
"Lit, the flower
Dare to expell the fake,
SHE'LL back with the asthethic face"
Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 3:22 PM UTC
There's nothing left to heal
though most of pathetic anixety feel
no longer love would be rotten
quite after you betray.
all i do is screm to myself
Everything, Doing everything I can,
It's all about part of my pride...
but, i hate to say I'm proud
still i say, do you hear my echo aloud...
Which type of mesh is it?
too much lye between in pain,
nobody beware it's vain.
for these pleasure SCARS,
i never ment to spites...
i went out of my insane
heart felts torn apart
too much bad at goodbye...
Need to take off "circumstances"
wishing for time machine
to change the past of we
yet it hasn't built...
no magician can do or so
do i shut up? god !
-clean up all the mess
"Lit, the flower
Dare to expell the fake,
SHE'LL back with the asthethic face"
There's nothing left to heal
though most of pathetic anixety feel
no longer love would be rotten
quite after you betray.
all i do is screm to myself
Everything, Doing everything I can,
It's all about part of my pride...
but, i hate to say I'm proud
still i say, do you hear my echo aloud...
Which type of mesh is it?
too much lye between in pain,
nobody beware it's vain.
for these pleasure SCARS,
i never ment to spites...
i went out of my insane
heart felts torn apart
too much bad at goodbye...
Need to take off "circumstances"
wishing for time machine
to change the past of we
yet it hasn't built...
no magician can do or so
do i shut up? god !
-clean up all the mess
"Lit, the flower
Dare to expell the fake,
SHE'LL back with the asthethic face"
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