brightest star hanging so high,
up above in the midnight sky
nobody bothered asking why
for they knew the tale,
of old and new
-eight
(a.n the only thing i hate the british for is saying HAPPY CHRISTMAS like wtf i'll happily take being shot with a gun over stabbed with a knife if this is what you givin me)
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PoetryA Collection of Poems written by yours truly you can thank me later, but preferably now :] ______ Energy inside,Never growing Trapped inside, sentenced for life lock up the key and close my eyes helpless to find a better peace of mind leave me to...
