lainacarson98

pain



another day in prison. another night in hell. cant seem to fight the dreams, that make life look so real. where did the times go? when happiness was the key. now we go to sleep at night alone in misery. the nightmares constantly come, and don't seem to want to go. they use to be rare, rare just like the snow. now they come more often, like raindrops on a rose. hopefully one day we can look back, and say im glad we didn't lose control.



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