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I could write
a million poetries
filling a
hundred thousand books.
Though I fear
I'd only succeed in wasting
what's most precious.

My time.
My love language was everything.
I no longer speak.
All I've left is write.
Taking steps back
I found my way home

It's time that I lack
Bare down to my bone

If this is my path
Let it not be my own

These crowns that I cast
As I run to The throne


Amen
Thank you Father
And they're not fond of me.
"I should love my self." The thought had not dawned on me.
Feed and storage
Filter and infiltrate
Link and inundate
Protest and demonstrate
Progress accrued hate
Starving with nothing left to contemplate


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That doesn't happen here. Only over there
You know her? and him? of course i know where
Pay me no mind just check me in the morning
Have a second? i'd like an hour cause it's boring
Taking yours and vying mine.
What to do when buying time?
You want to quit. you say you're trying.
i'd believe you but you're lying.
See my light, find your truth. It won't hide.
                
                                     - love yours truly,
                                                        Algorithm, i
My fury is cold and weeping
My hatred is remorse and sorrow full
My will, though broken is fixed
Only part of me is beautiful.
The broken bits and pieces you find yourself in.
Mind like water
Because I'm not beautiful
Empty as this page. Fulfill you is my wish.
Shooting for your stars, **** me if I miss.
This
And
That

But it wouldn't mean a thing
From me
Adverse effect/affect
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