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I wrote this after standing in the storm we had this morning. It's been a while since I was inspired to write.
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when you have those feelings for another, and you're unsure if it's mutual or all in your head.
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Every word/ line in this poem has been plucked out from Bray Wyatt promos over the years in WWE.
RIP Windham x
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A dedication to my favourite show one year after it ended.
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It’s so easy to get lost these days,Every time there seems to be something new.Just when you think you know all the answers,The questions change..
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Knowing what you want, but being powerless to do anything about it.
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for Misha x
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My friends are starting to notice,
The mask is finally slipping.
In this head has always been a
dark little place,
But that shadow has start..
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I walk the darkened halls
Footstep’s echo in the dancing
torchlight.
The distant memory of children’s
laughter,
Gone now.
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The house creaks and groans, louder than usual.
The dog snores, sleepy whimpers,
Claws catching the dresser with another twitch. Symphonies of explo..
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