I’d rather be a loner then a bone head,
I’d rather cry my self to sleep then get lead ,
Wishing all the things that I hadn’t said ,
To keep my bad thoughts into my head ,
To demonstrate and act upon my sins,
my brains mushed and scrapped like pack of tins.….
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Nicole Sarah Robinson (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 12th, 2024 06:02
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Wise. The battle field of the mind.
Indeed
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