On emptiness and hopelessness.
I plead for anything of substance
When the love poem becomes deranged poetry.
Do you believe that you could be anything? I used to, I'm not sure now.
This was based on my short story of the same name https://www.wattpad.com/305054102-24-hours-24
Anyone know that feeling when your laying in bed And you feel like your body is begining to shred
I'll love you forever, unconditionally.
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when life turns you upside down simply adjust your view.