Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Proud Single



Getting lost and growing creeper...

Making my pain deeper and deeper...

No one in the world have the guts,

To aid my burns and wound my cuts...

 

I fell in hole, black and deep,

Which left me to snuggle and weep.

Somehow, I recognized the life,

It’s better to stand alone then to be just anyone's wife...

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