Sep 2018
Your anger is slowly
poisoning
my heart.
Its turning blue
with each day.
It'll be dead
soon enough.
And all there'll be left,
is coldness
and ruthlessness
in this body of mine.
poisoning
my heart.
Its turning blue
with each day.
It'll be dead
soon enough.
And all there'll be left,
is coldness
and ruthlessness
in this body of mine.
(20/F)
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