for what I am,
I am not much,
but this is what I know;
a man must pay his debt to live
we all reap what we sow.
I cannot sleep here in this place,
I need you by my side.
the worst of it yet
is I'm thinking
that you lied.
I write because I can,
and because my own thoughts
confuse me.
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Author:
⋆♱𝓱𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱♱⋆ (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: June 21st, 2025 00:04
- Category: Unclassified
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