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May 2018
I am the King of Misery
Crown me with sorrow
Or lose yourself
While gazing at my skies
Pierced with stars that shine so bright
Painted with the stories of my demise
For so long I've mastered
The art of masking my insanity
Chain me down
To this throne of infatuation
For it's frail frame
And surrounding puddles of ink
Trap me in my restless soul
My heart is filled
With the shards of our memories
My world can't spin for a moment
Without you infesting my head
My chest burns
And my stomach hurts
When I hear your name...
When I see your smile...
You've imprisoned my heart in yours
So my eyes will see no other
Take this love...
Take this crown...
And stay as my Queen of Misery
Timothy Allen Leonhart
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Timothy Allen Leonhart  17/M
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