A Fool thinks his love to be worthy
A Fool bleeds pain through stress
Your boots are strapped, allow them to be grasped.
Life's lie is wicked.
You do not experience pain
You are delusional.
I write short stories and poetry sometimes. I deconstruct writing standards.
A Fool thinks his love to be worthy
A Fool bleeds pain through stress
Your boots are strapped, allow them to be grasped.
Life's lie is wicked.
You do not experience pain
You are delusional.
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