The bones of the past
They haunt me
They scream their accusations
The truth of my past
Bleed from their skinless bodies
This is my hell
Writing poetry and short stories to let people take a peek inside my mind. I also do videos, take pictures, and like to cook and share tips on cooking
Paper airplane Lift up higher and higher Take off Never land Upon the wind Through the trees Fly plane fly Paper airplane Made of paper chea...
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