Journal D'un Solitaire Oiseaux Chanteurs

You ever wonder if theres a word stronger then sorry? do you ever just sit in a dark room and wonder whats wrong with you? is it you or the world thats making you feel like this? are you broken? were you mean to be loved. they said you born in to this world like a book to tell the story of how we live and die. whys it feel like im already at the end of my book. maybe theres a new charpter out there but not for me not any more... this is my story and when it end so will i... No one reads this shit anyway. you like my blog follow if you dont please go fuck youself.
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