People write in different ways.
I write in darkness, shoulders shaking
The sound of me breaking, breaking.
And had I known,
It took pain to write,
I would have gladly hurt,
Without a fight.
People write in different ways.
I write in darkness, shoulders shaking
The sound of me breaking, breaking.
And had I known,
It took pain to write,
I would have gladly hurt,
Without a fight.
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