thouse of you who know me know that im one of the happy-est people on earth 3nodding
so if you ask my why my poems are dark ill be just a bafiled as you are
i am a mess my heads in a rut
i scream
i cry
i jump.
but your not there to hear
your not there to help
your not there to cach me
And i FALL
i FALL for you and you not there
your not hear
where
and i FALL
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