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its on the tip of my tounge
its in every single breathe
speeding through my lungs
i am beyond all the rest
its like i take the backseat
i watch..
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life i call it colour i touch,death i call it all too much,so black and white is not my type,i do now gain the nerve to fight.
i do fight for love,..
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This poem is about a hyperthetical wooden rowing boat that can take you places that you've never been before, but then again these places feel like ho..
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This feeling that i've felt before,
its like jumping of a building,
its fun to get the fall and all,
but dont forget your sheilding.
Lonely in ..
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the greatest fearof an imortal is losing love, could be a cleshae,but i think its beautiful.
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What I aspire to learn.
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