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paindraft Sep 2019
the tears that come from the ears
those sirines are now very near
and i just want to disappear

they got his hand, and a handcuff quietly appear
there's no more sound i'd like to hear
then my vision slowly becomes unclear

i'm waking up in a footwear
what day is now? have i slept for a year?
hey please tell me what to do now, dear
idk what sould i write for sure. i just kinda sick of those fights between youknowho hahaha. and i need some space to write down a universe in my head.
paindraft Oct 2018
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This shouldn't be a poem.
it's breaking the law.
unlabeled, untitled,
yeah, just —dots.
just dots.
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a thought after the another bad day ;)
paindraft Oct 2018
it still rainy.
yes, your cheek is still wet.
it all because of him i bet.
don't worry, 'it's always be tomorrow' they said.

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