how do you explain
this feeling,
pain,
anger,
love,
what if
it doesn't
exist.
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roses from divine
Poetrylet me pour out, my heart, my soul, and shivers of what was supossed to be. my pain is poured out in this book, my diary. in strength, foresight, love and most dangerously of all my tears and pain.
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how do you explain
this feeling,
pain,
anger,
love,
what if
it doesn't
exist.
