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.….  


  • Author: Nicole Sarah Robinson (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 12th, 2024 06:02
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    Wise. The battle field of the mind.

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