But this is my shortcut
Taking me back to the sanity I left behind so long ago
Traveling back to innocent days
The games we used to play
Simple afternoons filled with Hide&Seek
Now my sanity hides from me
Through poetry I open the trap door
Take the old memories and unlock them
Smile through the old days long passed by
Before coming back to twisted reality
And all I can do is sigh
Sadly looking at the actuality
Things no longer simple
Games that are hardly innocent
This is my shortcut
Back to the sanity and youth I left behind
Far behind in the simple days
Where my former happiness you can find
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Bloodstained Retributions of a Lonely Rose
Pretty much anything I want will go here, mostly poetry, monologues, and other stuff I've written myself...
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