Poems from ahxra

A pretentious, pop-punk loser.
you are the prison and i'm fighting to get out of this hell hole you threw me into but alas; with no success. here i am, gasping for air...
Vacant eyes to hide the lies Whispered at the dead of night. Moanings of forgotten pasts Revived at the dead of night.   Now are told the...
O I swear to you I was never like this So cock-a-hoop and loopy-lou; The lady who smiles to herself knowingly. This isn't who I was But oh...

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