2:59PM: January 20, 2018
hi so this is a poem i made in like the fifth grade// ik it's sht
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Why I wake up in the morning
Best not when it's storming
The sounds of thunder ring in my ears
For the sound it cumbers
For all those years and years
But whether it's because I mid-mindful
It endlessly sears
But the pain felt
Is only masked by tears
A new day has awaken
And there are hearts to be a-breakin'
There are debts to be paid
And fates to be forsaken
Yet the feeling so luring
Happy thoughts now obscuring
Yearning for more
Is what faces an encore
Even if in the end I had been snoring
It's why I wake up in the morning.
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Поэзия𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙤𝙛. 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤. ~𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙨 ● ● ● another irrelevant rant book by a typical irrelevant rat :) // inspired...
