Tortured Poets
My heart was worn
Strings plucked and
diced
But, I was holding on
Clinging to mights. Tarastar
Tortured Poets
What I have to tell you
I see you and..
Just me
Broken bones
Life is all kittens and fairytales
Shame, You’re Mint
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