Expressionism
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King Of The Lonely

Forever ago there was a halo,bright upon my head I’m feddaily though it was ages ago;my first love I held thrice instead. Fourteen I was a pain misunderstood,at the end of dead end roadsthen in my twenty’s, then thirties I could notlet the dirty feelings not erode. I tried to move on with time,then time Continue reading
About Me
Shadows of my old self.