My blood keeps flowing,a cut deeply rooted in a promise unkept,a dream,perhaps wallowing in mere oblivion of a fake reality
A flared rage of a lost self,I tender the flickering embers of a broken me sheltered with the grace of a nonchalant society
Am sick of the blues
Cry of a lost soul
Jul 3, 2020
Jul 3, 2020 at 5:01 PM UTC
My blood keeps flowing,a cut deeply rooted in a promise unkept,a dream,perhaps wallowing in mere oblivion of a fake reality
A flared rage of a lost self,I tender the flickering embers of a broken me sheltered with the grace of a nonchalant society
Am sick of the blues
Cry of a lost soul
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