Poems from Max345678i9o987654
My mind is a prison. It's covered in paint. With colors of joy that now feel so faint. I hide all my fears. I bury my tears though all...
My mind is a prison. It's covered in paint. With colors of joy that now feel so faint. I hide all my fears. I bury my tears though all...
My mind is a prison. It's covered in paint. With colors of joy that now feel so faint. I hide all my fears. I bury my tears though all...
My mind is a prison. It's covered in paint. With colors of joy that now feel so faint. I hide all my fears. I bury my tears though all...