The Encore to My Downfall

I can’t let you goas easily as coloured balloonsslipping from a young boy’s handsno, it can’t be that easynor as difficult as I thought it’d beI just need a little more time, maybehowever, I’ll find a wayjust… not todayI’m not in the mood for mourningI haven’t slept, but it’s already morningAnd I’ve always been badContinue reading “The Encore to My Downfall”

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