Jun 25
I hold on without a thought,
Without thinking what i sought,
Without knowing what I'll do,
When it's over and I'm dark all the way through.
Without thinking what i sought,
Without knowing what I'll do,
When it's over and I'm dark all the way through.
Some more random poetry with no meaning to some, but with so much meaning for others at the same time.
(13/F/Where he dwells)
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