when you're all that's left
in a world of despair
where the ceiling is cracked
and the wallpaper is peeling
the only thing you can do
is remember the sun
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Poetrya sky full of poems, none of which connect (stars without constellations) this is a compilation of almost every aspect of my life in poems, as well as some fictional elements too i hope you enjoy my cemetery of secrets -lowercase is intended for sty...
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when you're all that's left
in a world of despair
where the ceiling is cracked
and the wallpaper is peeling
the only thing you can do
is remember the sun
