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Lonliness
No one likes lonliness,
It's an endless pit of darkness.
Battling gruesome demons,
Struggling to forget those wretched memories.
Decayed flowers and surging tides,
Lonilness is sleep deprivation, a weak soul, a cold heart,
Lonliness is my biggest demon.
Friday 25th December 2015 1:08 pm
Promise Me
When my hands begin to tremble
You’ll place your hand in mine
When my eyes become hollow
That you’ll gaze into them
When I’m at a loss for words
You’ll kiss me so the silence
Can speak for the both of us.
Saturday 14th February 2015 7:18 pm
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