Date d'inscription : 15/04/2022 Messages : 702 Job : Je vous surveille Orientation sexuelle : Je ne me lie pas aux autres Habite : Partout en ville
n°7 CRACKLE BONES écrit Mar 3 Mai - 0:44
Je ne suis pas poète et sûrement trop honnête. Ça vous emmerde car je ne prends pas de pincettes. Aimez-moi. Détestez-moi. Je m'en fous. Je ne changerai pas.
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Date d'inscription : 15/04/2022 Messages : 702 Job : Je vous surveille Orientation sexuelle : Je ne me lie pas aux autres Habite : Partout en ville
Re: n°7 CRACKLE BONES écrit Mar 3 Mai - 1:07
I need a new direction
❝I’m tired of the waiting, for the end off all days. Desert is calling, the emptiness of space. The hunger of a lion is written on your face. Destruction is his game.I need a new direction, cause I've lost my way.❞
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The Author
Date d'inscription : 15/04/2022 Messages : 702 Job : Je vous surveille Orientation sexuelle : Je ne me lie pas aux autres Habite : Partout en ville
Re: n°7 CRACKLE BONES écrit Mar 3 Mai - 1:08
Don't ever take a single second to breathe, they're going to send me on a murdering spree. I can not wait to dance upon your grave.They don't even have a soul left to be saved. You would eat your young. We swam among the northern lights, and hid beyond the edge of night. Waiting for the dawn to come and sang a song to save us all. I am alive I'm just playing dead. I'm going to say what should have never been said.The giants of the world crashing down. The end is near I hear the trumpets sound
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