Death circle
Not my fault
A light of beacon
A deadly cult
Flashing lights
Electric bolt
Did I not die
I guess that's my fault
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Hidden Pride
PoetryYears of depression bottled up and pour out. TW//: d*pression, su*cidal thoughts, self loathing, etc All poems are the authors original creation. Do not steal!
Death Circle
Death circle
Not my fault
A light of beacon
A deadly cult
Flashing lights
Electric bolt
Did I not die
I guess that's my fault