No pride left
Just a bruised ego
The silence and me
Are on the battle front
I would hate to die this way
Something's from the inside eating away
Until there is nothing left of me
The sky changes colours suddenly
And the grey turns into light blue
It's still cloudy and I get the clue
That if I ever wanna move through
I'll be soaked and then dried too.
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Author:
anabasova (
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- Category: Fable
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