"Good"A Poem by Lockedheart
then he pulled me out of bed
by the hair on my head his spit mixing with my tears would never ever be rude keep stating your a "good dude" but hiding things doesn't make them fake skeletons collecting dust in closet space front it, never frown be fearless but watch out
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Added on March 13, 2024 Last Updated on March 13, 2024 |