Praying nightly for some kind of peace, I know not what it is I truly need, I have guilt of pain, death and broken hearts, I'd tell you about it, but I don't know where to start. My love is intertwining me with things I don't understand and never will. Whether I am here or there, all that I know is that i am a victim of my heart, my soul and the villanous fucked-up bastard known as Love.
Reason for writing:
Wrote it becuz I was thinking about the person that I love, the more fool me
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