Our love was on a whole other level
Don't make deals with the devil
Now I'm trapped, but atleast I'm with you
He sold his soul to cigarettes
I sold mine to him
Chained together atleast
I should have known I would never win
Freedom never tasted so bittersweet.
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Dark Aftermath
PoesiGraveyard for dark thoughts "Dark thoughts and careless whispers became the shadow of the person I once was". . . . . . I am entering a new chapter of my life and I am grateful for seeing more light than darkness now. Here's a collection of poems...
