"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
People often search for a cure. A cure to heal the sorrows of loss, endings and confusion. Whether it’s the designated wine glass, grape Dutch Master or darkest memory, you use it to run away into illusions of happiness, when surely you know it’s temporary no matter how long it lasts. But, is there such... Continue Reading →
Everything comes to an end. So, I'll keep flicking my wrist. Cooking up crack on a page and passing the Tests. Of life. Presented to me by the Crest I dearly look up to... All I want is Youth to be high, On all of the warmth provided by light... How it can't ever be... Continue Reading →
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