Days End.
You'll be okay.
I am not okay.
liar.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry||Poetry|| I built my own Paris, Just to watch it crumble down And yet I tried again, Mind fixated on a fantasy That spoke of wings and fairy tales #164 ranking in poetry 9/1/2021 #149 ranking in poetry 9/2/2021 #72 ranking in poetry 9/4/2021 #55 ra...
Lies They Told Me, The Epilogue.
Days End.
You'll be okay.
I am not okay.
liar.
