Once I thought I was destined for heaven
Now I'm pretty sure, I'm destined for hell
I'm starting to crack, but no one can tell
Because I'm a picture, of perfect health
But here I stand, a beautiful shell
Nothing left of me, I'm empty inside
No more fire, no more rage
Won't be long and this shell
Will be washed away.
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Author:
Tommy Dingo (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 17th, 2025 05:45
- Category: Reflection
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