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Feb 11 · 156
Remember, the days you pour out your heart
Remember, when they shut your mouth
They say you're overthinking
Yes, we all know
All I know now is to write poems
Tired of making them to listen
Tired of dragging them as only I can see
The mess I created, I just want to express
So my thoughts I hide, in words I write
I know I'm not alone
I'm just an ordinary human
There are days it hits
And we will all heal
Oh sweet darling
Tell me about it

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