A fully darken shadow
On a scorched rough wall
Is what I am aside my ghost hallow
And how I can tell about my soul
Since it hides a catastrophic agony
They wrote it on my clean grace before I even knew how to live
Would you blame me if I have as much scars as the days I craved to stay alive?
After all I have news
And it is there will never be new things
A fully brighten shadow inisde of me
on a perturbing mind of mine
I took a picture of it to see the vexation which is rolling like it is from a bloodline
Take a look at it and tell me if there is a mistreated child grew up crying?
I was not a sad, but abusrd as mad
After all I have news just as a kid we wanted to flew
And it is there will never be something new
©jermiah
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