Plotting my escape
Escape from what?
My fate
Can't even imagine my fate
Gotta get right before my end date
VOUS LISEZ
Hidden Pride
PoésieYears 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!
End date
Plotting my escape
Escape from what?
My fate
Can't even imagine my fate
Gotta get right before my end date