How can I be there for
Everyone if my
Loneliness
Prolongs the
Morning and
Evolving into sadness,
In turn absolutely
Mortifying,
Sacredness is beyond
Common practices
Almost taboos, possibly
Rare to what the eye can
Ever deem comprehendible
Demanding of death.
Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 5:55 PM UTC
How can I be there for
Everyone if my
Loneliness
Prolongs the
Morning and
Evolving into sadness,
In turn absolutely
Mortifying,
Sacredness is beyond
Common practices
Almost taboos, possibly
Rare to what the eye can
Ever deem comprehendible
Demanding of death.
Help me im scared.
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