Dark Stories
We all have our own story,
Some souls save it in their inventory
and would never like to discuss
because in a way they all changed us.
I have a story of my own
that hit me deep into the bone.
My emotions changed and got me all alone.
they used to be like potatoe chips flying threw the sky,
now not even a break up can make me cry.
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