Slay
Before, you were the poems I wrote in every stanzas;
Now, you were just a past that demands to be written
Holding this pen and piece of paper of mine,
Until the last blot of ink on a line. 💔
Chaotic Words.
Table of contents-
Writer's Note
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One
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Two
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Three
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Four
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Five
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Six
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Seven
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Eight
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Nine
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Ten
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Eleven
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Twelve
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Thirteen
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Fourteen
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Fifteen
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Sixteen
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Seventeen
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Eighteen
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Nineteen
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Twenty
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Twenty-One
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Twenty-Two
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Twenty-Three
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Twenty-Four
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Twenty-Five
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Twenty-Six
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Twenty-Seven
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Twenty-Eight
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Twenty-Nine
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Thirty
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Thirty-One
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Thirty-Two
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Thirty-Three
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Thirty-Four
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Thirty-Five
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Thirty-Six
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Thirty-Seven
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Thirty-Eight
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Thirty-Nine
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Forty
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Forty-One
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Forty-Two
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Forty-Three
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Forty-Four
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Forty-Five
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Forty-Six
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Forty-Seven
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Forty-Eight
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Forty-Nine
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Fifty
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Fifty-One
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