Broken Crownz

Volcanic thoughts errupt from a mind, Disturbed by his own. Blood coursing through his veins, Similar to They, Yet, The difference shows within our actions.... As I'm surrounded by quils, Paper as my shield, Ink representing all the tears I've spilled, I swim inside of my vision, Given the darkest tinge of red... I accept... Continue Reading →

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