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May 16
Wearing my cloak
made of gloom
watching the clock in my old room
fighting the lack of my dear soul
to build willpower to live life whole
Hope I don't choke
on my own bones
i'm tired of being so **** alone

but here i am in a dark room
watching the doom coming in its bloom
neon green numbers filling my eyes
i start to cry as i question why
my life *****
life just *****
what the ****
why does life **** so much
but no one can tell me
cause no one knows
and that's why i'm on my lone on my own
cause no one knows

no one knows
here i go
oh my gosh my soul

it's in pain
lacking gain
gloom in one hand
the left, insane

broken frame
life's a game
but without a story, so it's a shame
and that's the theme
that life's a shame
but its all okay cause it's a dream


or a nightmare a night terror
Written by
BoringBoy  19/M
(19/M)   
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