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How does the wind like to guest on barren land? Doesn't the ocean's heart ache to see it's shore swallow nothing? How does one find will to live with nobody at reach? The screams of agony lacks the will to not see a single breath, while the pillow tried of it skin stained with tears & the book exasperated as another page gets scribbled and torn up getting thrown here and there. The doors creak as they wipe their tears and walk by but the silent walls know what happens routinely inside.
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Poetrythese are just random 'poems' i wrote high on diet coke at three am 😃 (dare i say poems cuz these are shitty af-)
