(1) Do you know why I sit in this empty box alone? It's because I need the space to write this poem. I never had my own life, I never had a home, although my mind thrives to be made of stone.
(2) knives stab my lonely heart, while you took the last part. Wind blows against the hardened bark nature craves for its final start.
(3) Lying in this cold, mindless and airy bed the nights harsh winds began to mess with my head. The old me, no, the new me I shed.143Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9Dq6BWP5hf
(4) I'm scared of death, but that's when I placed my bet. Empty skies are what I see, it's the scars of reminder that bother me. You want to see who I really am, one hint is that this life is a scam.
(5) I play my part the way I'm supposed to, better yet darkness is what I'm opposed to. Your closest friends are the ones that will put the toasters to you, be aware the light wont protect you.
(6) Love never lies is something we all know is a lie, we let the ones we hate stay, and the ones we "love" pass by.
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