Every night at midnight
Every night at midnight we blow our brains out.
I'm breezing through high school feeding your
Egos, but I only need so much from you.
Three girls at a time, what a life this is!
The year passes quickly, the blue wings fall silently.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
a 'Persona 3' poem
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