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My pillow knows all my problems,
The glass knows all my problems too.
The Cigarettes known all my problems,
but they know how to solve them.
As my soul,
My arms got hurted,
But after a few I didn't felt any pain more.
My brain was asking for happiness,
The one that I cannot give to him,
Because of himself.
My thoughts are too noisy,
But I'm too sleepy to get the headphones,
And put the music's volume up,
That I could have an headache.
None of the happiness I had,
Is still on me,
And I don't wanna live like this;
It can't be the last solution, right?
Plan A goes wrong,
Plan B too,
Plan C even more awful.
But there are still 23 letters in the alphabet,
Right?
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The Life
Poetry"A broken soul can't be cured, But a broken heart should be fixed. A mind who over think should be shouted, And two cold eyes be revitalised. But, I'm still trying to heal my soul, Keeping my heart broken; Wanting to remain an over-thinker because...
