World destroyed
shadowlinxxx morgan
Hearts destroyed,how will I fill this void. Love perished at your touch,this is all to much. Towers collapsed,over weeks of elapse. Time goes by,and all i do is cry.Nature gone,humans dying,and you still sit there lying and lying.Stop please,before I catch the deadly disease.Step away,before i scream.Could this really be a dream?Food eaten drink wasted,now I don't know how that tasted.Bang! Bang! the guns fired,I run untill my legs get tired.Tears and tears,of all my fears.Help help,can't you see me welp.Dont write from your mind,write from your heart. Lillian xx (I don't know what this is 😂)
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POET UNKNOWN
Beautiful!!❤️❤️
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2020-06-13 04:17:47
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shadowlinxxx morgan
@POET UNKNOWN thanx❣❤
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2020-06-13 08:37:29
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@shadowlinxxx morgan ♥️
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shadowlinxxx morgan
The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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Не скажу "люблю"
Asteriya
Знаєш, складно Тебе любити й не сказати. Тебе кохати і збрехати, Що зовсім іншого люблю, І що до тебе не прийду. Знаєш, той "інший" мене теплом своїм зігріє. Зачарує і поцілує, А ти сиди там далі сам, І йди назустріч виючим вітрам. Тобі вже більше не скажу своє я болісне "люблю"... А просто відпущу і почуття у собі похороню.
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