Poems are crafted in euphoric thoughts to escape from reality Poems are crafted in euphoric thoughts to escape from reality

WAR. BATTLE, FIGHT, AND STRUGGLE!!! WAR. BATTLE, FIGHT, AND STRUGGLE!!!

Yet called me back as if it was all my fault. Yet called me back as if it was all my fault.

Thoughts are dropping from my scalp. Thoughts are dropping from my scalp.

A woman seems to have a good heart. A woman seems to have a good heart.