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Love is a circle, and you are the center
An Anonymous Poet
An Anonymous poet
sábado, 19 de enero de 2013
domingo, 21 de octubre de 2012
Guilt:
It won't leave,It won't leave. It staid on my body just like blood stains on a carpet. I watch grow bigger whit much sorrow and great pain. whispers in the trees are going to commit treason. They're going to say that I'm the one. I got to run far away from here. Because I can't take it anymore. I'm going to break. Break apart from this world.
From yours.
An Anonymous Poet
An Anonymous Poet
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