in tears I shed a tormented soul bent-bruised backwards blind to people I do not care. their eyes slit shut only look away from face to face a shame of dread falls down each day: they do not care. who does love, my friend? in a simple gesture of a smile a wink a kiss that just might stay on the souls of the same who walk away. who is hate, then? is she the one who roams inside this head & breeds so slow & fair? i am sorry, i just forgot your name. forget me & this sea, we cry amazed.Birth sign: Capricorn
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