Sometimes ppl think that my mind a toy, to them its a joy my heart was made to break they think that this shit i will take? well now im stronger, your face is now nothing but a blur this will all take a turn itll be your heart that'll burn. might not be a promis on paper but a promise on my heart wich is harder you are so twisted leaves wondering if you wold not be better off dead life can be so complicated, all this time its something i have fled. wishing i stayed in bed. to this it has led. now it will be you turn your turn to burn.
Reason for writing:
ahh same reason as last time! it feels good hehe!
Birth sign: Aries
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