The ones you love
The ones you trust
Put their walls up
Keep you away
Trust the world
Not to stay
Not a single one knows
What sort of test
Or is it a game
Rising near death
The after affecting all
We lie in sorrow
Cry alone
Hoping for better days
To me, it's all the same
You cut ties
Walk away
The sort of person
You love to hate
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Author:
bones (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 24th, 2023 10:41
- Category: Love
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Comments1
It's sad.
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