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You were born ill,
A deep sadness running through your veins, turning them black.
Your eyes blank,
My heart would tug, I could see how tired life was making you.
Yet, like everything, you wore it so well.
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~ HUMAN INTROSPECTION ~
Poetry~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~ A collection of poetry and philosophical questions made to question the relations and views we have of ourselves and others. I encourage readers to explore themselves and allow their thoughts to run unfiltered while reading. I hope...
