Misplaced, thrown away, give me a chance to take back this day. I hear the call but never return to places I once called home, she removed the blade from my back but the scar will forever stay and the ache I felt in my chest will
forever remain because how could I heal when she was the only thing worth healing for and how could I bare to stay when all that was worth staying for left me long ago. She was the anchor that kept me grounded to my sanity but she turned to the motor that would drive me insane now she calls for me to return with her so heavenly voice but it's hell I am after now and I don't plan on turning back.
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Poems I guess
PoetrySome poetry-ish things I've been working on, little writing pieces Idk just random things I feel like writing about.
