The Downward Spiral


Trapped in a house

That is not full of roses

I take my depression

In daily doses

But the beauty of a rose

Never falls on its feet

Do we ever have a say

In the fate that we meet?

  • Author: Soul Baby (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 7th, 2024 15:55
  • Category: Unclassified
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