Your my addiction
But why do we have bad friction?
Don't tell me this is fiction,
Or say you don't see,
The way we clash,
And the way we fit together
CZYTASZ
The Lonely, The Broken, and The Misunderstood
PoezjaThis book is for the lonely, broken, and misunderstood. Or for people who simple want to see, what's it like in the head of the øu†çås†. BEFORE YOU READ..... *I must say, before you read if you do,this is the ups and downs of my life. Or, well, so...
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Your my addiction
But why do we have bad friction?
Don't tell me this is fiction,
Or say you don't see,
The way we clash,
And the way we fit together
