A writer in a world of despair


I grew my hair long, that’s what you’re suppose to do when your blonde
I am antispation gone wrong
I have a plan it is not glad, instead we get sad
Nothing sealing
Nothing concealed, we have a plan
I went cold, no one knows
Would you like more cries with, “do what you’re told”
The night is blind and I’m unkind, let’s makes one more feast,
I can pretend to be happy
Relax, there is no ending

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