bubbling in my head, the beginning and the end. A pot of water boiling soon to spill, among society I stare at the ground. In solitude soaked and looking good in red. Smiling in naked reflection, this is all I ever am.
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Author:
Gavin (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 1st, 2022 20:19
- Category: Sad
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