She held on to what she knew
She fell on to what she already felt
She watched all dramas which ****** is known
She always repeated
Though she hated repetition.
Was the hatred fake? Or a mistake?
Do not know.
Just clear sky revealed
Her fear of new, phobia on strangeness
Whoo she is stuck with what she only knew
Poor pity fellow, gona be dust within it.
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 2:38 PM UTC
She held on to what she knew
She fell on to what she already felt
She watched all dramas which ****** is known
She always repeated
Though she hated repetition.
Was the hatred fake? Or a mistake?
Do not know.
Just clear sky revealed
Her fear of new, phobia on strangeness
Whoo she is stuck with what she only knew
Poor pity fellow, gona be dust within it.
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