The End

sylviasearcher

 

All I am is lies
And cries

 

Sentenced
By your voices

 

All I am is dirt
And hurt

 

Chained
By my own choices

 

All I am is nothing
And everything

 

Dissolving
By our poisons

 

All I am is what you see
Seeing what you believe to be

 

Death
By disillusions

 

  • Author: sylviasearcher (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 24th, 2019 02:13
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sylviasearcher

    There is no high ground here on anywhere else.

    The End.



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