Mysteriously Brooding
Words to ponder by a talented writer.
So why does it burn,
And sting in the darkness of night?
In my bed, I twist and turn
Reciting my regrets and fears
Like a sadistic poetry.
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Words to ponder by a talented writer.
So why does it burn,
And sting in the darkness of night?
In my bed, I twist and turn
Reciting my regrets and fears
Like a sadistic poetry.
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awesome.
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I agree. I had to reblogged this one.
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