I’m tired and no one can tell.
I put on a fake smile and with that a target on my back.
The perfect prey to be attacked.
To be manipulated and deceived.
Just because I put a pretty smile on
It does not mean I cannot think.
All around town, they feared him for his scars, His claws, his shadowed eyes. They labeled him a monster All...
You grabbed me by my hips and I'm not sure I was ready But the firmness of your grip gave me an odd sense of...
Etched into the surface forever Silent cries for help that never get answered Truly trying to show how...
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