PSYCHOTIC
Mysterious
You call me crazy, you call me insane You think only tears show that you are in pain I laugh when I fall, I smile when I bleed No message I see, no advice I need You get a stab, you fall on your knees Then from your eyes comes an overflowing sea You paint the story with many colors A beautiful paradise for friends and lovers I'm the true face, steps of honest I make You call me insane cause I'm proving you are fake You paint your face and they call you pretty, You wipe off the paint and call yourself ugly You have no opinion, you listen to others voice But I sail my own ship and that's why choice. There are things you don't see and secrets I know I unveil the shadow but you call me a psycho.
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Mysterious
@alvahmara thank you so much🖤🖤🖤🖤
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2019-03-05 03:22:25
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STELLA RAYMOND
If you are true and try to prove one wrong then the person will obviously call you insane. P.S good poem
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2019-03-06 18:09:57
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JENOVA JACKSON CHASE
Heart breakingly good
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