A yawning gap ,
So cold, so dark,
A nameless identity
A cold truth that i am not
the only one
Regretting my decisions.
To help the helpless only to get burned.
To fix the broken, to only get shattered.
In the end i am the only tne
who can pave my own future
and leave him in the past where he belongs
Copyright © Cheyenne Nienhueser | Year Posted 2015
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