There’s an ache in my chest
And a bullet in my brain
There are scars on my tongue,
That told lies and set the flame,
There is art in my head,
And songs in my soul,
There is so much wonder,
Wandering Wonderfully Alone.
Documenting my thoughts, poetry and anything else really.
There’s an ache in my chest
And a bullet in my brain
There are scars on my tongue,
That told lies and set the flame,
There is art in my head,
And songs in my soul,
There is so much wonder,
Wandering Wonderfully Alone.
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Beautiful.
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