Not even the moon could see me,
twisting and shifting drowning in changes,
so fast the wind just gave up,
I was in mourning,
lost at the rage buried deep inside,
ready to burst out,
give me a ******* punching bag.
Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 11:54 AM UTC
Not even the moon could see me,
twisting and shifting drowning in changes,
so fast the wind just gave up,
I was in mourning,
lost at the rage buried deep inside,
ready to burst out,
give me a ******* punching bag.
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