Memories
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For when thoughts invade or your mind
it's 5 am and still sleep won't come
For when you want to shout
And scream out loud
For they to leave you at peace.
Sometimes writting everything straight
Just isn't enough.
Sometimes it has to rhyme,
To follow a rhythmn only you know exists.
Sometimes it has to come in verses,
Shouted to the pages in front of you,
And sometimes,
Even that seems not enough.
(2014- 2015)
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