Flew away
One blossom of sadness
Took its place
One word destroyed
Deployed dethroned sanity
One sword has the
Sharpest key
with edgy blades
One heart. Harped
Hatred.
When I die, I want people to remember me as kind. It hasn’t always been that way. Four years ago, I was a very different person, a wounded...
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