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The truth is not necessarily okay. A lie can safe your sanity. But never answer is toxic
Quick update. I might be having something in the works for you guys. It might take long time from now on till I can show you but be patient ❤
Love, The Lost Writer
You could not kiss me
You could not touch me
You could have been in love
-The Lost Writer
Breathing the air after you almost choked me to death is always satisfying
The Lost Writer
you are toxic
You are not what the teachers are saying. The mistakes does not describe you. You are not them. You are obviously better. Get in there and show them
The Lost Writer
Get in there
I am installing the hope that you stole
The power that you broke
The feelings that you thought was funny to have
The idea of my brilliant mind
And I be looking over you and I am thinking what have you been evolving?
-the lost writer
War shattered me but I am a queen and a warrior
My star, that is blinding in the sky at night.
I hope you hear my crying light.
I am praying for all, I might ask for a favor
That tonight I need somebody
-the lost writer
The aching pain was pumping the through your heart. It made it end you
The Lost Writer
I hear no figure Dem to hear me Could make me feel like concrete But you could me an urn To breathe the air As to talk to me is not the same I cannot be the next heir For I dunot see the queens aim Me is talking to make a living You are harassing me for my divided life I cant see you point But I do sure hear it in my loins I do use the language But not without your threat I am my mothers tongue But yet for you i will be your next to eat.
The Lost Writer
My mothers tongue
(the mistakes are meant to be there)
I'm a craft from hell. Watch me bring hell
The Lost Writer
The air is not breathable
Some people get joy and happiness in life. Then there is people like us who has to find happiness in the small things to make life work
-the lost writer
If it means that I love you if I let you go..
Would it mean if would stay that you love me too?
Or trying is simply love enough?
-the lost writer
INLOVE
Let's dance like in a fairytale
-the lost writer