if you know "Black Buttler" you know some of what some of this poem means
stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting
they say home is where the heart is but what if you don’t know where
my tears fall but i no longer feel them the pain i felt is nothing more than hollowness now i’ve finally given up
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
I have a word of advice for any body young or old keep your heart
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
I really just want to know what you think what crosses your mind when i
I want to talk to let you know But I see that you’re dealing, Barely that is, with your own shit I see it in your eyes, In the way you stand
If you could be any person you wanted to be who would that person be?
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know
You are my light In the dark You are my calm In a storm You are my peace
no words to express to screwed up in the head don’t know what to say have nothing to explain for once words fail me
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