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Jun 2015
My swimming pool was full of dirt
Why do you let every little feeling hurt
My pool decides what stays in and what goes out
Why must you fill yourself with doubt
My pool always stays pure
Why must you let the pain endure
My pool moves itself
Why must you hurt yourself
My pool leaves quite the impression
Why must you label yourself with depression
My pool filter cleanses the filthy water and makes it happy
Why must you make yourself feel ******?
The Broken Poet
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The Broken Poet  Texas
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   SPT and Nicole Dawn
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