Poetry, love; The day after
Poetry, love; The day after
Its midnovember
4.00 AM
And Im up again
thinking about you
bleeding out the tears
I cannot shed
wishing you were anything
but dead
Its midnovember
4.00 AM
And Im up again
thinking about you
bleeding out the tears
I cannot shed
wishing you were anything
but dead
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