There is a motif in my words now. I used to have a gift for darkness, Or perhaps, just holes in a jaded heart. When I gave the darkness language, The pain glittered. And now, my words only bubble and pop on Occasion. But, I am okay with that.
There is a motif in my words now. I used to have a gift for darkness, Or perhaps, just holes in a jaded heart. When I gave the darkness language, The pain glittered. And now, my words only bubble and pop on Occasion. But, I am okay with that.
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