My mind:
Filled with memories
Of unkind
And remedies
For pain
My brain:
Is going insane
By the very thought
Of any distraught
Coming to you
It's a war in here,
I need you dear
Mar 10, 2021
Mar 10, 2021 at 2:04 PM UTC
My mind:
Filled with memories
Of unkind
And remedies
For pain
My brain:
Is going insane
By the very thought
Of any distraught
Coming to you
It's a war in here,
I need you dear
I hope neither of us breaks each other
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