Believe me, this hiatus hurts me even more than you
Ah, but what can I do
When my mind is broken down and tired beyond measure
I wish to write the words, I wish to create the treasure
I try make myself write through pressure
But I am so tired and drained, it is far from pleasure
I badly need to write, but I just can't, and so its ceasure.
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Eternal Poetry (Rap)
PoetryA raw, unapologetic poetry collection about my thoughts and ideas of the world and myself. I hope you enjoy it!
