K.S. & E.R.


Lonely People.
Hiding in a shallow steeple.

One with tears in his eyes.
Another with scars on her wrist.

What a shame?
Bullied and beaten.
Gone but not forgotten.

Different in forms of misfits.
Yet they do fit,together they fit..

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