ashley derenda - Feel it

A loss of apatite for the favorence of your personality grown ugly, A shawdow cast among the windows that have never shut, and a whole with no voice, no sound, not a word was displaced through silence, not a word with disgrace, but violence. A touch of black painted through this pale smooth skin, only leaves the clown in the corner in a shaking grin. Laughter, is a cause of excitement exploding through the box of happy, but drawn the clouds of thunder and lightning through tears. Sit in this puddle, filled with your jokes.You've only choked.

ashley derenda

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