Category : Poems

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I will never find someone who knows just what to do with all the chaos on my soul and the spots my soul is bruised I've made of too much damage things that I can never escape I've learned to just stop looking I'm better off this way there's angels in the outfit there's demons in the dark and I've survived enough to know that both will break your heart sometimes the lonely kills me but that doesn't change the truth is far better to be lonely than to get another bruise.