Starry starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the stranger that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloddy rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
And now I think I know what you tried to say to me.
EVERYDAY IN SCHOOL'S LIKKA HELLHOLE. I TRY TO PULL MYSELF OUT OF IT AND STILL END UP STUCK IN THIS MESS.
Wts engin=no pride lol. Awkward silence when you tell people you're from engin hurhurhurhur.
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