will you ever be free come the end of the summer
all questions don't lead to answers
even though it makes no sense to do this act, you HAVE to fulfill them and you know that these will haunt your conscience
maybe your actions are not tainted enough for you not to care
you will forever drown in pity, sadness, weak, and abandon
why couldn't you crush your sweetness into pure outrageous sourness
you have no guts
signed, X
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signed, X (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 13th, 2024 13:18
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Comments1
Best title of a poem ever! lol.
Thank you!! I originally don't have a title for it. Lol xD
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