Oct 2018
My thoughts are holding me hostage
Stuck in a place I built
With the cards I dealt
For my soul's sanctuary
Was it worth the crack of bones
From old brick lies
Hanging round my neck?
Stuck in a place I built
With the cards I dealt
For my soul's sanctuary
Was it worth the crack of bones
From old brick lies
Hanging round my neck?
(22/F/Manila, PH)
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