artwork drawn on walls in a place that hasn't seen life in ages
the only thing roaming this place are not alive
just the wondering souls of the mistreated
now they see people wrecking their old home
they're happy
they hated this place, but they hated the people running it more
they want to be free
they're attached to this place and can't come out
they need help
calling out to everyone who enters
but no one is listening
years may have passed, but they feel like everything's the same
in the end no one listens
they are here forever
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200 Days 200 Poems
PoetryThe title says it all. But I swear I'm not going through things. But it's mostly love poems...with some morbid, with some personal, but they're all just a story in the end. . (*^ω^*) . started writing - November 12, 2019 finished writing - April 1...
