I look at the stars underneath me, and they were once above but I dragged them down. I pushed the stars away when I frown. A withering soul and a graveyard full of people whom I love is all I own now. Painful regrets- so my soul withers. Oh, Darling I now own a withered soul. I have finally became one of them.
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Poetry❝Her heart turned grey as they walked out and didn't stay. Now here's the words she wrote on a paper- the words she couldn't say.❞ Written by ellethetic 2017 © ellethetic
