What I say, what I mean, there's a difference here,
Don't you see?
You ask me what I like to do the most and
my words determine
that I like to take long walks in the park.
But in my mind, my thoughts concur
that I like to cry silently in my friend's backyard.
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Gentle Screams and Glass Figurines
Poetry"Nothing can protect us from the human screams, as the fire of anarchy intoxicates our once innocent minds." ~~~~~~ A collection of poems about life, death, and everything in between. Dark, deep, and horror poetry intended to make you think abou...
