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Poetry

Just my innermost thoughts. A lot of these won't really have a meaning, in a way. This is a diary I rather keep to myself, but if expressing myself through words can only be written down on crappy paper and a cheap ball point pen, then I would rathe...

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by caviare

by caviare

Garden of weeds.

Full of thorns.

So empty,

Yet full of yourself.

So lonely,

Yet crowded of memories I'd rather forget.

Am I alright?

Shall I eat the fruit again, to have to leave your damned land.

Leave me alone.

Get out of my head.

Please, I beg of you.

My dear, garden of weeds.

Garden of dead.

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