Payne , I never call you by your name ; you're my brother to me
Angels don't all have wings and white robes; some are boys with afro hair that needs a haircut, who are always there to cry with you
You , my ray of sunshine ; why do you hide behind the clouds today? Who made you cold?
Never keep it locked within ; tell me , are your demons driving you insane? Payne , this is not the
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Running With Scissors
Poetry"Run away, they will have to find some other hearts to break" - All Time Low.
