14″*Hallways are full of people laughing and enjoying. You walk through the golden gates (im not talking about heaven) and you watch over the crowd of people. You feel proud of yourself, but that little hole in your heart, was empty from the start. You are still not satisfied after of what you’ve done, so it’s your job to help you become fond. (This poem is 💩 to the point it’s a paragraph)
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25/03/2025