shesshy

against all the odds, i still hope & write.

Guilty as sin

amidst the hurricanes occurred

Taylor swift songs is still about you

still the protagonist of every line on her story

looping the old character shall not return

nostalgic air is ill (I am)

how could memory feels like a jail

there is no such thing like a bail

being tortured, wounds are not shown

being a poet, like a comfort zone

the transcendental is the worst

Being your tortured poet, still that.

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