Writing Paranoia September 23, 2021 It’s been forever when I checked, and autumn leaves I’m now ready to collectThe time is tricky, yet I love it deeplyShall I have to lose myself completely? It’s been forever since I loved that strongly,But it seems I’m always doing it wrongly, A little flower finally ready to bloom, But left alone with no choice, but to gloom. My paranoia here loves me more, I am a stranger, exactly like before. It's only fair to share...FacebookTwitterLinkedinPinterestTumblrLike this:Like Loading... Related Previous Been Through Newer Amairo Log: I’m Still Here You May Also Like Music Favorites | май 2018 June 1, 2018 Amairo Log: Qami March 8, 2022 Go Away, Go Away February 7, 2021 Leave a Reply Cancel replyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Name * Email * Website Comment Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.