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11/10/18
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He sits by himself,
Ignoring the whispers that travel in his mind.
Are you a loner?
Do you have an edge?
How original, they said.
Snickering with every line.
He wonders,
If he should go and drown his sorrows
With a bottle of cheap beer
And hours' worth of internet,
Doing the same things he's done.
Alone.
Without company.
Unoriginal, they'd snort.
He agrees.
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Acak(SOMEHOW, REGULAR UPDATES) A collection of poems, short stories in poetic form, rants hidden in poetic form and other things that pop up in my head. *** Staring at the canvas, She chose to pluck a brush From her own head, And paint with the colours...
