I'm stuck at this place and I couldn't get out,
In a room full of worries and doubt.
Chains holding me down like a I'm in a prison,
Please save me from this person.
Called myself.
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Nightingale (A Poetry Collection)
Poetry:a small brown European bird that sings a beautiful song especially at night. Just some random poems I had in mind... I usually thought of this around nighttime hence the title XD Btw, all of this doesn't make sense ┐(￣ヘ￣)┌ This book is dark, please...
