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𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞?
𝐀 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭-𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭.
𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐈'𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭-𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭,
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰
𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝
𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐰.
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PoetryThese are some poems I wrote because.......they're my thoughts so yeah ♡
