the leaking soul
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Last published Wed, Jun 29, 2016
the day i lifted the pen,emotions within me started to leak . the way my soul wanted to carve its pain on paper lead to the creation of the poet who was deep buried inside me. then i realized that i could write some silly stuff what i refer as poetry was the day when i had marijuana it was awful and i got to know there is a lot in the world to get inspired other that weed.
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